The Possible City

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There were at least a hundred and thirty people crying that morning, by my count. I couldn’t follow them all home, but I suppose some of them were…
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When we lived in Osaka, Suhee and I would go on at least a few early morning bicycle rides every month to explore kissaten (喫茶店)—the small, old coffee…
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A small creek runs through the back of all the homes and shops. Not really a creek though, more like a shallow aqueduct, lined with stone, and just…
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and the process of regaining the twinkle in our eyes
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there are comforts in narrow urban streets with no sidewalks
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Ten years ago, no one who lived here could have imagined this transformation
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In the most densely populated city in the developed world, people walk to work through a forest instead of driving. They take vacations on the metro…
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Arriving to Yvette during the day, the city seems not so much different from the one before it, or the one after. A train station with a few shops…
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In which we temporarily transport ourselves to the landscapes of Scotland and Japan
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Friends in the city center tell me that, sometime around the 1970s, time stopped in this neighborhood. Economic growth stopped. Changing trends stopped…
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scale, ownership, and love in the equitable, regenerative neighborhood
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He lights up the entire forest in soft golden light, as if a single candle burns inside him. Somewhat turned around, I ask this glowing man where we go…
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