It is no longer a city susceptible to suppression, so long as its inhabitants continue to fight. During my residency, I sometimes wondered whether or not they knew they were fighting. It’s easy to judge and say no when one thinks of the begrudging mobs of tram riders or downtrodden potraviny workers. But I have to refute this claim because my eyes are a living testimony to their battle. Yes, I was made witnessed to their fight- in all subtleties, all dramatics, and in the hidden treasures that leapt out to greet me around every finite corner of the city's foundations.
Exerpt from "For Now, an Untitled Story"
