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

The obsolete kilometre. We know the globe as a patched work of countries...   History is as close as yesterday. Memory snips around stories...   Born running. Darling machines we live with...   How many feet have passed here? There are no footprints in the City...   A superhighway of faces. I bus to Perth / must cost less...   Some days the city lives. Winter passed in procession, rapid...   A story about streets. 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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