THE CITY (extract, in progress)

The city is fluid, warm and made of sand and concrete. Light blue, beige, white, grey with cracks in pavements. The holes are deep, irregular and rough around the edges, sandy sinking down into the centre. Everything rotates but not around anything at all because there is no middle. Everything is moving, flexing, flowing just like water. The wind blows softly but only in the evening and the morning. Yet the sounds keep going at all times it keeps on moving just like water. The city is fluid, liquid, is like water. The city is warm and sandy has no fixed borders. The city is a city but impossible to see as such or map, impossible to take in as a whole. The city has no image and no order.