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City of God

This is our constructed city, without question the geography of our souls, but these people are not us, they inhabit our city as if they belonged here, the presumption of their right to it is in every gesture, every glance, but they are not us, they're strangers inhabiting our city, though vaguely familiar, like strangers in our dreams.

E.L.Doctorow 'City of God'