Above the rooftops, on wasteland and streets, in the basements. It grows and shrinks, offers space and freedom, inspires. It drives away, it is closed, it is colourful, noisy and stinks, it is annoying and painful. It is public and private, anonymous and cool, ugly and gorgeous. It is endless boredom, an eternal competition, emptiness and distress, a hiding place, an opportunity, a constant conflict. It is an inspiration, a playground, a prohibition; an investment,  a disturbance, a nightmare. A jungle, a sound, a rhythm. It blocks the vista and provides the view. It expels, excludes, numbs; it is hectic and completely relaxed. It is dreamed, planned and built upon. And it is always more beautiful someplace else. The city.