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

Reality begins with the first retelling. Memory snips around stories...   Intercity distance. We know the globe as a patched work of countries...   City journeys end where they begin. There are no footprints in the City...   Tale(s) of public transport. I bus to Perth / must cost less...   Born running. Darling machines we live with...   Some days the city lives. Winter passed in procession, rapid...   How roads became. Long ago, before the first cities were built...   How does your city grow? High walls: the weeded gardens...   New York, you seemed so tall. Bound for the new world...   Song for a suburb. Unlike happiness, you can't buy a home...   Return to Hand Written...

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