The city is Perth, Australia. The stories are real enough.

Reality begins with the first retelling. Memory snips around stories...   City mile/country mile. We know the globe as a patched work of countries...   A superhighway of faces. I bus to Perth / must cost less...   A poem about pedestrians. There are no footprints in the City...   The speed of life. Darling machines we live with...   Some days the city lives. Winter passed in procession, rapid...   Your own little bit of nature. High walls: the weeded gardens...   A story about streets. Long ago, before the first cities were built...   New York, you seemed so tall. Bound for the new world...   Conditions of tenure. Unlike happiness, you can't buy a home...   Return to Hand Written...

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