This city runs over with ghosts and neon gods.

He felt the city reach out and embrace him with its vast indifference.

...memories are not just for the individual. They make up our collective consciousness. They are a common resource that teaches us who we are and how to be.

This law is immutable. The user always pays.

They create the spaces within which we live our lives, moulding us to fit into the places they define—public or private, park or car park. We are created and re-created by our spaces. It’s a constant feedback loop. Space shapes behaviour—what you can do in it, what you can’t. It’s identity. Here, we can exist, in a space not fully imaged, but once their minds return to this place, we will be gone.

Districts protected by law, by drone, by truncheon, and by thirty-dollar lattes.

I treated a man who was there when Kiribati went under. A whole nation, wiped from the face of the Earth.” “Shouldn’t we remember that?” The doctor tilted her head at him. “What do you mean?” “Shouldn’t we bear witness to that loss?