“What god do you pursue in cities?
Do you see him, briefly, from inside a moving tram?
There – is that his name, those spray paint letters?
Is that him, broken, crazy, speaking tongues?
There, is that him? Can you demonstrate?
Can you mouth or call his unsaid name?”
– Robert Archambeau, Citation Suite
You know when Jared A Sorensen describes the Blue City in Lacuna Part 1: the Creation of the Mystery and the Girl from Blue City (second attempt)? 
No? Well, that’s Vancouver. Or at least, it’s Jared’s game that I think of, when I walk through Vancouver.
It’s a beautiful city, filled with nonsensical activity…
It’s like moving to Hamburg all over again: familiar-looking people, performing familiar-looking tasks, and none of it makes any kind of sense. Everything is steeped in such a fog of otherness that I keep getting thrown off-beat by the most mundane things.
I always smiled, when my various American acquaintances gawped at Europe’s big old buildings, but now I feel almost as if I know what they mean:
Everything has a certain purity, here, it all still feels so young and fresh and new, as if 200 years of urban history were not enough to lend these stones a little gravity.
It’s hard not to look like a tourist, everything seems to be built out of “up.” Beautiful, art-deco up-ness suffuses every street and avenue. I wander around with my nose in the air.
The air here is fresh off the ocean, almost palpably so, and the ever-present silhouette of Grouse Mountain provides you with a geological compass point.
There, right there, that’s North.
I finally got around to taking a few photos, recently, so here you are: This is Vancouver so far. You’re missing Grouse Mountain and the Ocean and about a thousand-and-one other things, but it’s a start…
 an incredible little experimental RPG title by Memento-Mori.