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

Intercity distance. 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...   City journeys end where they begin. There are no footprints in the City...   Some days the city lives. Winter passed in procession, rapid...   How does your city grow? High walls: the weeded gardens...   How roads became. Long ago, before the first cities were built...   Manhattan ash in the living room. 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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