IMAGINARY
CITIES
hen a stranger enters
the imaginary South
African city, the first
thing she notices is the differently
coloured, pulsating lights that
mark the Identity Loops. In
this hyper-stratified, constantly
evolving society, neighbourhoods
are described according to the
prevailing identity choice of their
inhabitants, and you can flit from
one identity to another as the mood
takes you. At night, it’s a beautiful
sight, and the massive buildings
that house the millions of city
dwellers throb with colours like
a child’s crude toy keyboard.
There is no map for the imaginary
city, and no guidebook. Our stranger
has to navigate in the moment. The
imaginary city doesn’t even have
a fixed name. Instead, it has a menu
of names from which you choose,
depending on who you are and who
you’re talking to. Restaurants,
music venues, museums and public
sculptures all change and mutate
over time and space, depending on
whim and weft. Like Italo Calvino’s
invisible city, ‘it is a city made
only of exceptions, exclusions,
incongruities, contradictions.’
The imaginary South African
city is real: it exists in both the past
and the future. Perhaps, sadly, the
only place it can never exist is in
the present, where we now live.
But like our stranger, we’re more
interested in the city’s pathways
than its philosophies. And you
can have a lot of fun in this city.
Because so many people live here,
the buildings are inescapably vast,
but always built with large roof
parks. The public transport system
stretches across the sky, between
stations atop buildings. The ground
is reserved for peregrinations and
pop-ups, and the roads are awash
with meandering jelly pods full of
people being gently transported.
Almost all citizens work at home,
but in apartments that physically
oscillate between places of business
and houses at fixed times.
The imaginary South African
city doesn’t have a mayor. Instead,
artificial intelligence functions as
city hall, and people vote on decrees
that they feel strongly about. You
can find a thousand flavours of ice
cream in the shimmering metal
parlours, enjoy a million variations
on desire in the intricately
fashioned cultural centres, and
effortlessly speak the multitude
of languages on the streets.
Our stranger has lived in the
imaginary city her whole life.
The people who inhabit it have
a mantra they utter approvingly
whenever they encounter the
constant changes: ‘You’re always
a stranger to someone’. O
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VIEW / PERSPECTIVE
IMAGINARY
CITIES IN
LITERATURE
ZOO CITY
BY LAUREN BEUKES
Zoo City is a ghetto in a gritty,
dystopian Johannesburg, where
the animalled live – people guilty
of murder who have an animal
familiar attached to them for life.
THE SCULPTORS OF
MAPUNGUBWE
BY ZAKES MDA
An imaginary telling
of the (real) African kingdom of
Mapungubwe, where the famous
gold-plated rhino originated. Two
brothers vie to create the greatest
sculptures: the one of realistic
animals; the other of fantastical,
unearthly creatures.
EMBASSYTOWN
BY CHINA MIÉVILLE
Existing at the edge
of the known universe
on a distant planet named Arieka,
Embassytown is a futuristic city
whose native inhabitants cannot
speak an untruth, and when they
wish to communicate in allusion,
they have to act out literal similes.
JUN JUL 22
WRITER AND
JOURNALIST CHRIS
ROPER DREAMS UP A
FUTURISTIC CITY OF
CONTRASTS, WHERE
CHANGE IS THE
ONLY CONSTANT
PHOTOGRAPH: SUPPLIED