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[dragonladyflame]

From there, after six days and seven nights, you arrive at Zobeide, the white city, well exposed to the moon, with streets wound around themselves as in a skein. They tell this tale of its foundation: men of various nations had an identical dream. They saw a woman running at night through an unknown city; she was seen from behind, with long hair

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[cogshiftingman]

What a bizarre idea.

[dragonladyflame]

Mm. You probably shouldn't read the book then. :grin:

[cogshiftingman]

Who wrote it?

[dragonladyflame]

Italo Calvino (William Weaver translation).

[foxfour]

i think i've finally come to a realization about why i can't picture myself as a city: i want to be a nomad band.

cities are all traps, says a part of me.

[byzantienne]

Yes -- they are traps.

That's why I love them. They are possessive and all-encompassing, and I am as much my city as I am me, in a certain sense.

I find this comforting.

I doubt you would. Your brain is such a different universe than mine.

[foxfour]

reading rushdie writing about chatwin has been interesting; i see that i've been caught in chatwin's nomad romance. and i'm not a nomad.

but i'd love to be.

[dragonladyflame]

I'd love to see your self-portrait as a city.