Even the city has its elementals. Small dots around which everything else revolves. Aggregators of mobile particles around, which rotate, rotate, rotate. And then, suddenly, they flee – finding their way. Branched synapse of the viability. Irreducible. Elemental. The roundabouts. Places that are a heterotopia – "a place of the Other" –, circular enclosures that, like atomic nuclei, remain fixed at the center of a constant motion. Are we sure we really know them?
