It is the desperate moment when we discover this empire, which had seemed to us the sum of all wonders, is an endless formless ruin, that corruption’s gangrene has spread too far to be healed by our scepter, that the triumph over enemy sovereigns has made us the heirs of their long undoing.
I can’t help but feel like Calvino could be talking about what the world has inherited as the veil of technology companies is lifted and their inner workings are laid bare. Or maybe it’s just the distaste I increasingly feel towards their capitalistic nature. Ahem.
p.5 Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, May 3, 1978)