A place is a living way which exists as an endlessly reciprocal abundance of memory and sense awareness. A ‘floating extensionality’ to and for all the beings who inhabit, pass through, and relate with it. Its actual potentials are infinite, because they are and will always remain essentially undefined. Effectively, it is a living, breathing gift of otherwise impossible and endless new senses and ways of being.

In direct intimacy with living places and their rich webs of relations, a human is lifted into an astonishing superposition of all that is and has been — all that will yet be there. This is the forgotten gift of living place: to lift us beyond our mere form and structure, into divine unity, superfunction, and profound eternal relation.

A city is most often a place which has been violently stripped of nearly all of these capacities, and killed back to a position where it is mostly function, and only such function as the humans would dictate and value. In most cases this represents an egregious deflowering whose result is a skeletal remnant. The living network rendered as object: ‘a location’. An accurate analogy is the difference between your living mother, and a diagram of a thigh-bone.

A city or other locale which has thus become the victim of human myopia and rape is the enslaved body and spirit of place, and it cries out to the sky and the stars and the people who pass and use it… for a return to its truth, and a release from its bondage.

Not for its own sake, but for -theirs-, and the sake of all living beings, past, present and future.

Can you not see how sacred and noble this is?