This is what you must know: (this
is the background of the story, the
1) the city is white
2) most cities are white
3) All cities are white; it’s in their nature, by definition and clearly stated
4) that a white city is often far away, often far out to sea, at times across a
plain, a shimmer or as if silt falling, fine-grained, a counting sand, a seed well- timed
1) made of talc
2) made of chalk
3) made of sugar, which melts in the sun. This is a city on which the sun pours down.
A man in passing glanced in a window, and all he’d ever seen was there. In the next street a person turned at a sound. In the next one, a boy walked along, counting the paving stones. One, one, one, one, one.
Cole Swensen © 1999