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

The obsolete kilometre. We know the globe as a patched work of countries...   Reality begins with the first retelling. Memory snips around stories...   How many feet have passed here? There are no footprints in the City...   A superhighway of faces. I bus to Perth / must cost less...   Born running. Darling machines we live with...   The looking-glass city. Winter passed in procession, rapid...   Your own little bit of nature. High walls: the weeded gardens...   How roads became. Long ago, before the first cities were built...   Eulogy for the twin towers. Bound for the new world...   Conditions of tenure. Unlike happiness, you can't buy a home...   Return to Hand Written...

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