Forgotten City

A city dreams itself a certain way, sees its future down a certain path, briefly becomes its image, and then changes.

This is history, but a peculiar history of those who looked forward and of what they saw. Not a history of what was, but of what it wanted to be, and how it was changed. The maudlin truth is this: nothing that comes to pass is how we foresaw it. A city dreams itself a certain way, not with one dream but with thousands, and each of those dreams blends with the others to become something else entirely.

This is a journal of my explorations into a city’s forgotten dreams. The city is Albuquerque, on the shores of the Rio Grande.