Memories are made of impressions, traces and vestiges. Hence the idea of imagining the symbols of the city, caught in their isolation and in their drama, elevating them to icons of the past, the harbingers of a classical dignity memory. The icons seem like dead stars, generating a gestalt field that attracts and promises bright equilibrium. After all, the light radiated survives the dispersal of its source and origin overtime. These icons don’t persist in the duration without being contaminated and violated. The price of the persistence, also, in the world of form, is proportional to the amount of wounds, of contaminations, of lacerations, to which, in order to be preserved, they must be subjected.