The city is an illusion
For there isn’t one city with this name but thousands or millions.
One city for each and every one of us.
One that can only be mapped by you and you alone.
And on that map you don’t draw the streets and buildings that so and so laid down and built nor thise that take the most space on the ground
What you do is draw the places where you loved or felt joy and the places where you wept and grieved.
The bigger the loss or gain the thicker the lines on the paper, the bigger the shapes and letters
The places where you haven’t felt nothing at all you leave out.
And when you are done, you take a wide look at what lies in front of you. And that is the city.