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...   Tale(s) of public transport. I bus to Perth / must cost less...   Born running. Darling machines we live with...   How many feet have passed here? There are no footprints in the City...   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...   New York, you seemed so tall. Bound for the new world...   Conditions of tenure. Unlike happiness, you can't buy a home...   Return to Hand Written...

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