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5505 Cities
-5505.1 Those that never sleep
–5505.11 Those cities that never sleep because they have far too much exciting stuff to do
—5505.111 Cities that are like small dogs, bursting with disorganized excitement, full of twitchy crowds standing round waiting for awesome things to happen
—5505.112 Cities that will dance in a frenzy of joy until long after the other cities are all laid down
—5505.113 Cities that are building something in there, though no-one is sure quite what
–5505.12 Those cities that never sleep because they have awful, intractable insomnia
—5505.121 Cities that are additionally grumpy, weepy and forgetful
-5505.2 Those that sleep entirely normally thank you
–5505.21 Those cities which would in any case rather not discuss their sleep with you, and if you could refrain from prying about other things and just let them be that would be great
–5505.22 Those that cannot be having with the antics of those other cities and would just rather the trains ran on time
—5505.222 Those that cannot really be having with anything
–5505.23 Those whose statistical yearbooks record the exact optimal level of sleep and maximal citizen happiness
–5505.24 Those who need sleep to grow, who are constantly waking with new limbs and appendages
-5505.3 Cities that sleep amazingly, expansively, that sleep for years
–5505.31 Those that cradle their inhabitants in the precise mathematics of perfect days
–5505.32 Those that radiate false calm, and whose anger is locked away
—5505.221 Cities that have terrible dreams and that wake up with a dew of night-sweat running down their tallest towers
–5505.33 Those that are cursed to sleep but always on the verge of waking
–5505.34 Those that sleep like dormice, cute and curled up between the mountains and the sea
-5505.4 Cities built on mystery and lies
–5505.41 Those having as their foundation a large and unpleasant secret, and the corners of the secret are occasionally dug up and tugged upon and then hastily put back, and for the few days following nobody makes eye contact
–5505.42 Those cities that have not looked in the mirror for some time
—5505.421 Those that know they are great and old and grand and powerful, so long as they remain unexamined
—5505.422 Those cities that know they are too nice to be angry
–5505.42 Those that are built on absurdity and would fall apart if their problems were to be fixed
-5505.5 Cities that are dead
–5505.51 Those whose ghosts seethe gently at the modern age from under trees
–5505.52 Cities caught mid-death like flies in amber, and buried
–5505.53 Cities that are dead but still walking
-5505.6 Improper cities
–5505.61 Those cities having no proper location, that might more properly be called cuckoos, settling down in the nests of other cities to make neighbourhoods oddly familiar from other cities in other places
–5505.62 Cities of plaster, paste and clockwork, convincing only to a distant eye
—5505.621 Those that consist only of a dog chasing a bus, endlessly, looped onto a webcam, empty of humanity
