One overcast weekend in October 1974, Georges Perec set out in quest of the "infraordinary": the Humdrum, the nonevent the everyday---"what happens," as he put it, "when nothing happens." His choice of locate was Place Saint-Sulpice where, ensconced behind first one cafe window, then another, he spent three days recording everything to pass through his field of vision: the people walking by; the buses and driving-school cars caught in their routes: the pigeons moving suddenly en masse, as if in accordance to some mysterious command; the wedding (and then funeral) at the church in the center of the square; the signs, symbols, and slogans littering everything; and the darkness that eventually absorbs it all. In An Attempt at Exhausting a Place in Paris, Perec compiled a melancholic, slightly eerie, and oddly touching document in which existence boils down to rhythin, writing turns into time, and the line between the empirical and the surreal grows surprisingly thin
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