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

History is as close as yesterday. 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...   City journeys end where they begin. 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...   A city born at the crossroads. Long ago, before the first cities were built...   Your own little bit of nature. High walls: the weeded gardens...   Song for a suburb. Unlike happiness, you can't buy a home...   Eulogy for the twin towers. Bound for the new world...   Return to Hand Written...

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