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Traffic exists. Slow traffic. Slowness exists; and sidewalks, bikes exist, bikes and traffic; pedestrians, sidewalks, shopping bags exist; slowness, sidewalks, traffic—

I’ve never heard a resident of this city use the term “cultural district” without sarcasm.

Mostly, we don’t use the term at all.¹⁶

In the summer, the city wheels out a few upright pianos for people to plunk out wobbly melodies. Someone is playing “Karma Police” as we depart.

Several large concrete representations of fruit line the pedestrian alley between the Rotary Centre and the Blackbox.

On the nearby hills, the semi-arid shrub-steppe carries on its gathering of sagebrush and grasses.¹⁷