My city:
On a postcard- found, bought or made- please decribe 'your city'.
This could be a real or imagined city, the place you are happiest, a place you cannot stand, the place where you feel most at home. It could be the place you inhabit in cyberspace, the place you desire to be in. It could be your flat. It could be your village.
You could:
Describe it. Or draw it.
Describe your feelings about it.
What is it that makes this city your city?
What is a city?
"Don't be too hasty in trying to find a definition of the town; it's far too big and there's every chance of getting it wrong."
-Georges Perec
City isn't defined by size or population or how urban a place is. That I know- What is isn't. But how can you decide what it is? It could be all of these things as well.
My city is my Dad's back yard, there I spent three months in bare feet, living in the forest and loving the dust.
Dad's back yard.
I have written many postcards from here.
I remember it dry and DUSTY. My place.
Outside. Iced tea. Deer. Cats, lots of cats. Knitting. Writing. Making charcoal. Cooking. Parties. Collecting.
Bare-footed.
This is where I live.
(When I imagine myself away, this is where I go to.)
My city
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