CITYLIFE
In the city, every contingent fact seems to be multiplied: the stones in the pavement, the units that make up the buildings, and the buildings themselves. It even seems that this could continue ENDLESSLY.
There never seems to be only one person tripping over a bottle accidentally. There is never only one surprise meeting with an old friend. There is never only one someone just drifting about. There is never just just drifting about. Ect.
Every specific thing seems to drown by multiplication, into one steady stream of everything. That is: citylife.
One could even end up feeling lost in this multiplication, as if NOWHERE. That is of course an oxymoron, existing only theoretically. But then: the city itself is an oxymoron, only existing theoretically.
That this is actually so, is proven by the fact that we verbalize our needs in questions such as:’WHO am I?’
Such a supposed need for identity however, is only first established, and kept alive by exactly the thing that inspired the need for it in the first place: the city. And by supplying ourselves the answers, we just multiply citywise.
So you see, the city is a purely theoretical thing.
THE COUNTRY
I like the country. My preferred question is ‘where?’, not ‘who’. This question can’t possibly be answered theoretically. (I feel your knee in my stomach). By asking ‘where?’, you will find yourself contingently placed back into some landscape, which is: a specific landscape, no matter WHAT.
So please bend all who into where and live contingently.