One of the things that attracts me in this city is it’s completeness. It is enclosed, cut off by the bay, and by the ocean and pushed back by the peninsula. In comparison, Moscow is boundless and overarching, it spreads all over, eating up its suburbs, swallowing neighboring cities. And Tucson – well, it is like a Rorschach spot on the face of the desert, unusual, unique, reminding of many other things, spread out and spread thin.
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