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...   Born running. Darling machines we live with...   A superhighway of faces. I bus to Perth / must cost less...   How many feet have passed here? There are no footprints in the City...   The looking-glass city. Winter passed in procession, rapid...   A city born at the crossroads. Long ago, before the first cities were built...   How does your city grow? High walls: the weeded gardens...   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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