In this museum at Castelvecchio reconfigured like a game of chess, where the becoming-aesthetic of civic objects such as requisite ubiquitous equestrian statues

on our floors become platforms, surrounded by virtual moats,

triggers not a thinning of substance, but some brief redemption of charging history—

as the windows drop veils on the heroes, as the near doors on their tracks mechanical, in visual parallel,

make puppets of stone swerve in pendulous imagination from their quaint, silent stalk.