Rereading a passage set in Dominic and Miriam Flandry's Archopolis apartment, we find that we have discussed this passage in no less than three previous posts:
There cannot be much more to be said - except that I turn out to have disagreed with myself about how many senses the passage appeals to.
I like the parallels between Flandry's Archopolis, van Rijn's Chicago Integrate and Everard's New York. Hectic cities are a major part of human experience.
That slightly delayed Sunday walk (see previous post) will be to a band in a park beside Morecambe Bay.
We still live.