How do we address the city? Often it seems to occupy the paradoxical
position of being both definite and ineffable, where every description becomes
part of a perpetual elegy.
Is ‘the city’ not simply a scapegoat, a trojan horse, or a password into a more frictionless space? Beyond the mystique, it’s a comforting, transitional term, allowing us to take confidence in our actions while protected from the improbable mountain of complications that overtax our playground of action. It is the architect’s teddy bear.
The city does not exist. What masquerades as the city is really a horizon calculator, an acrobatic machine which draws a myriad of hoops within hoops to jump through – the more the better.
Is ‘the city’ not simply a scapegoat, a trojan horse, or a password into a more frictionless space? Beyond the mystique, it’s a comforting, transitional term, allowing us to take confidence in our actions while protected from the improbable mountain of complications that overtax our playground of action. It is the architect’s teddy bear.
The city does not exist. What masquerades as the city is really a horizon calculator, an acrobatic machine which draws a myriad of hoops within hoops to jump through – the more the better.