"It happened, an re-happened, because it was a city uninterested in history. Strange things occurred precisely because there was no regard for the past. The city lived in sort of everyday present. It had no need to believe in itself as a London, or an Athens, or even a signifier of the New World, like a Sydney or a Los Angles. No, the city couldn't care less about where it stood."
"I caught glimpses of people's rooms: a white enamel jar against a window frame, a round wooden table with a newspaper spread out, a pleated shade over a green chair. What, I wondered, were the sounds filling those rooms? It had never occurred to me before but everything in New York is built upon another thing, nothing is entirely by itself, each thing as strange as the last, and connected."
"I gave them all the truth and none of the honesty."
"She cleaned the vinyl with a soft yellow cloth and then she lifted the needle. She did everything small as if it was extraordinary and necessary."
Returning to the earlier idea of the Voyeur gazing into the interior of the city. Unpicking the layers and build up of the city, moving through observing taking note.
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