How can we know a place? Is it in the hard facts; population, demographics, documentation, statistics, plans, documents and photographs? Or in the multitude of opinions, feelings, memories, notes, lists, sketches? For that matter can we know a place? Does its map show the shortcut through the fence? Does its name tell the story of its naming?
At times I feel like fictions reveal more than facts. And that there is somewhere in between the two that is the most accurate of all. I will call these the Soft Truths because they are multiple not singular and bendable not steadfast and are found in the lists laundered soft to the inside of my pocket.