The utopian dream of the city may have originally been a vertical farmland full of expanses as serene as the countryside. I'm making all this up, of course. It's just an excuse to prolong the pleasure of thinking about it. No walk in the country gives you this. The nothing augers something.
Promise turns to longing.
Something is about to happen, and it will never happen. People live in imaginary places as much as they do in real ones, maybe more. That's how we came to be given the fictional territories of the Lotus Etis Island, Shangri-La, Alice's Looking Glass world, Atlantis, Camelot, and Oz. The best or the real places are the ones that seem imagined. None of this is really here.