ABSTRACT
Although the best way to understand what this book is about would be to close it, please don’t do it yet. Admittedly, ‘closing’ is not the most accommodating of openings. But there is no way around it. This book is all about closing in the beginning. At the end there is opening, but then again, only after closing. Throughout its course, the text performs a movement that ignores the need for beginning and end, for origin and purpose, levels of stability, clusters of directionality, mirages of advancement and chains of causality. This is an ecological book devoid of ‘home’ and ‘logos’; an urban text devoid of narrator; and a legal text devoid of judgment. But these withdrawals can only hope to be convincing if they take as their starting point a rather peculiar opening: that of autopoietic closure.
