We do not find a city. A city finds us—as a feeling, an atmosphere, a sudden knowing in the body. This is the simple, profound magic of perception.
Step into a busy street. Before you see the shop, the sign, the face, there is only a torrent—light, shadow, echo, hum, scent, and the press of space. This is the city’s raw offering: a blooming, buzzing confusion. It is overwhelming, total. Your task is not to list the parts, but to receive the whole. Your mind’s great work begins here, in the chaos, turning the cascade into a world you can inhabit.