"…and yet at the same time every frame was infused with and gave off a revolutionary atmosphere, or rather an atmosphere in which you could sense the revolution, not in its totality, but a fragment, a minuscule, microscopic fragment of the revolution, as if you were watching ‘Jurassic Park,’ say, except the dinosaurs never showed, no, I mean as if it was ‘Jurassic Park’ and no one ever enen mentioned the fucking reptiles, but their presence was inescapable and unbearably oppressive."
— Roberto Bolano, “The Colonel’s Son”
