The city is a spell cast in steel, stone, tarmac and glass. It is a network of ideologies concreted into architecture, buildings and roads that direct our actions and organise our thoughts. Each building is a box built not just of bricks and mortar, but of a series of practices, associations and taboos, the designation of what is acceptable, the design of normality. Block by block, line by line, the city constructs reality.
Book of Trespass. Nick Hayes
On the not-so-good days, I have a sense of the walls closing in, and on the good days, I remember there are doors.
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