Flâneuse and Bread and Butter Pudding

“My city isn’t mine any more. And yet it always will be, more than any other. We get to know our cities on foot, and when we leave, the topography shifts. We’re no longer as sure-footed. But maybe that’s a good thing. It’s just a question of looking, and of not hoping to see something else when we do.” – Flâneuse

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One by One in the Darkness and Autumn Fruit Crisp

“And the city before her, she now realised, was as fragile as the roses, constantly renewing itself, but a finite thing, an illusion.” – One by One in the Darkness

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