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

History is as close as yesterday. Memory snips around stories...   Intercity distance. We know the globe as a patched work of countries...   Tale(s) of public transport. 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...   How does your city grow? High walls: the weeded gardens...   A city born at the crossroads. Long ago, before the first cities were built...   Conditions of tenure. Unlike happiness, you can't buy a home...   New York, you seemed so tall. Bound for the new world...   Return to Hand Written...

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