Memory, Even In The Rest Of Us,

Many People Nowadays Live In A Series Of Interiors...disconnected From Each Other. On Foot Everything Stays Connected, For While Walking One Occupies The Spaces Between Those Interiors In The Same Way One Occupies Those Interiors. One Lives In The Whole World Rather Than In Interiors Built Up Against It.

Memory, Even In The Rest Of Us, Is A Shifting, Fading, Partial Thing, A Net That Doesn't Catch All The Fish By Any Means And Sometimes Catches Butterflies That Don't Exist.

A Contrarian At Heart, I Am Often Guided By What I Disagree With And Don't Want.

Walkers Are 'practitioners Of The City,' For The City Is Made To Be Walked. A City Is A Language, A Repository Of Possibilities, And Walking Is The Act Of Speaking That Language, Of Selecting From Those Possibilities. Just As Language Limits What Can Be Said, Architecture Limits Where One Can Walk, But The Walker Invents Other Ways To Go.

Kindness And Gentleness Never Had A Gender, And Neither Did Empathy.