"Perhaps a city is a living thing. Each city has its own personality, after all. Los Angeles is not Vienna. London is not Moscow. Chicago is not Paris. Each city is a collection of lives and buildings and it has its own personality."
"So?"
"So, if a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams. That is where I believe we have come. We are in the dreams of the city. That's why certain places hover on the brink of recognition; why we almost know where we are."
"You mean that we're asleep?"
"No. We are awake, or so I believe. I mean that the city is asleep. And that we are all stumbling through the city's dream."
Exerpt from "The Sandman: Volume Eight - Worlds' End"
Written by Neil Gaiman
Monday, March 9, 2009
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