Via ongoing.

In Toronto’s Globe and Mail, a William Gibson elegy (probably to vanish behind the paywall), lamenting cities crushing their history and our memories without even noticing.

The experience taught me something about the past, how it moves into and inhabits the future. Or rather, about how it should, ideally. Because it doesn’t, always. When I first saw London, and Paris, I understood that (though, they too would find their own regoodings, further along).