The Macro Poetry of the City
When I walk through a city, I don’t look up. I don’t search for skyline views, landmarks, or photogenic façades. Instead, my gaze drifts downward—toward the edges of the pavement, the corners of buildings, the gaps between bike stands and trash bins. What I find there are not monuments, but remnants: a shoe tossed aside, an e-scooter resting on its side, a broken shelf, a discarded toy, torn packaging, flattened cans. These fragments of everyday urban life are the raw materials of what I call themacro poesie of the city.