A city of semblance, just the thing for growth. It’s horizontal, broken, lavish, provides a variety of disturbances, destinations, tests of solitude. The library is a series of spiral staircases and empty commuter trains. Anthems and carrier waves are the blood ties, the chronicles in stone, the cornstarch figurines marking the birthdays of the city’s elite. The elaborate deed restrictions hailing the penultimate truth – simulacra noir, the renunciation, the rogue state. Then studying motion deletes history.