The NoCity – An Attempted History

Within the academic institutions of the NoCity scholars had developed many exciting histories. Among the more celebrated was the notion that the NoCity had erupted from a barren swath of landscape where there had famously been “no city” previously. Advocates for this popular theory offered helpfully that it was exactly this history that gave the NoCity it’s name: “It’s a commemoration”, they would enunciated archly.

“If”, one educated heretic began, “If the NoCity began in this fashion, this uncivilized landscape – not”, she adjusted her glasses, “not disputing that it did – then the very division of distinction, that is to say distinction of division, must, because the NoCity is so designated, mean that all the surrounding landscape – the landscape that did not become the NoCity – must have been, by logical deduction, City.” She paused importantly. “When the NoCity arrived, where did all that City go?”

The fit of the conundrum gripped the NoCity. It’s most celebrated history became a context for agrarian terrorism. Within weeks the vigorous stalks of swiftly growing plants burst through the floors of social institutions, cracked wide cobbled roads, tented the carpeted floors of living rooms. Rampant planting of native species of climbing vines & vigorous grasses became an epidemic. Law enforcement rapidly clamped down on the seedy anarchists eventually coming to an truce.

The educated heretic, arriving home after an early morning walk in the sylvan surroundings girding the NoCity was ambushed, abducted & strung up in grotesque fashion above a newly designated grove of those viciously vigorous grasses. By the afternoon her cries & screams were silenced when the bladed shoots exceeded the threshold of her body. “It’s a commemoration”, her persecutors enunciated, watching the heretic’s blood bathe the grounds of the newly named NoCity Park.

Outside the NoCity, seeded in the sylvan surroundings, the geometric peaks of planted roofs, the rising culms of obelisks & the flowering of vines of twisting roads broke the soil.