With the casual barrenness of those other streets still in mind, I now looked at everything in a new way. Memories flooded back, of odd incidents, vivid sights, things that could have happened nowhere else. These fragments, so seemingly isolated, rearranged themselves in an intricate pattern of relationships. And then one thing became clear.

This City was a living model of the cosmos-- immanence, form and transformation, disguised as subterranea, streets and rooftops...