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...   A superhighway of faces. I bus to Perth / must cost less...   The speed of life. Darling machines we live with...   City journeys end where they begin. There are no footprints in the City...   Some days the city lives. Winter passed in procession, rapid...   Your own little bit of nature. High walls: the weeded gardens...   A story about streets. Long ago, before the first cities were built...   Eulogy for the twin towers. 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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