Manon is notable for its
rebellious exuberance in the face of its dull and predictable surroundings. The
city is a retaliative growth, born as a response to the cautious, pretentious
order of the surrounding environment. The city appears to sprout from the
earth, the outskirts grow tall, protective of the inner sanctum. Despite this
protective layer, those who wish to enter Manon will feel welcomed, and the
outskirts of the city will form archways, inviting travellers to explore and
absorb the world that its residents have created for themselves. The city pulls
the traveller in, not to a physical place, but to a way of thinking. The
traveller will move through the city with no particular goal in mind, they will
find that they do not want to plan their travels, that exploring at random is
the most rewarding way to experience this city. Even those outsiders who cling
fiercely to the order of their world find themselves intrigued by Manon, the
strings of nonsense that find their way outside of the city stick with them,
urging them to consider exploring it.
Plants are an important
part of Manon and have been placed around the city and allowed to grow as they
grow. And they grow, twisting and climbing throughout the city. Their growth is
haphazard, automatic, a result of biological machinations unseen and
unsupervised. Each morning the sun can't quite decide if it will fully rise or
not, and it hovers just out of reach, its presence felt, but never truly seen.
The plants do not mind this. They do not need nourishment. They grow on. They
are as exuberant as those who built the city. The colours that these plants
manifest vary from very dull to quite bright and unexpected, as though some are
pieces of paper left out too long in the sun and others are freshly printed.
The plants even manage to leap through space as they grow, leaving gaps,
floating apart from themselves, winding up in strange places they, by all
ordinary accounts, should not be able to exist. This is accepted in Manon, and
the traveller becomes used to it after a short time, only occasionally finding
themselves surprised by a brightly coloured leaf protruding from a postbox.
The indecisiveness of the
sun means that Manon spends all its time in the light of early morning and the
city is bathed in gold. This would be difficult for the cities occupants, as it
clashes with the capricious nature of the city they have built, however, the
light is so warm and gentle, that they find themselves not minding all that
much.
If the path of the
traveller takes them to the heart of the city they will find the Arts Centre,
the place where all of the important decisions are made. Even in this city
built at random, someone or something has decided where each building will be
built and, perhaps most importantly, each plant will start the journey of its
growth. These decision makers, whoever, or whatever, they may be, make their
home in the Arts Centre. This is as close a thing as Manon has to a Government,
but they would shudder to think of it as such; a lack of governance is of
utmost importance to their way of life, and they cling to the idea that they
live free from authority. The Arts Centre is an impressive building, taller
than some buildings, shorter than others, wider than some buildings, narrower
than others. It is also rounder than some buildings, and squarer than others.
It is shinier than some buildings, and more matte than others. It is, by all
accounts, the most impressive building in Manon, for it manages to be
completely and utterly average, despite the most enthusiastic attempts by the
city’s residents to abandon normality.
Speaking of the residents
of Manon, they are, of course, a strange bunch. They know this. They love this.
They work hard for this. Their insistence at being different from their
neighbouring environments drives them to ever greater heights of creative
nonsense. Because of this, the method of construction for new structures in
Manon changes over time. The materials used shift between wood, bronze, marble
and plaster, the shapes and sizes vary, and the situation of the buildings
within the city is different. There are always plants though, these plants make
the city feel alive, and their unpredictable growth patterns appeal to the
residents’ love of all things random. All of the houses in Manon have been
sculpted individually with only a vague idea of a final design, they have their
materials and their plants and they begin their building. The architects see
the plants and are inspired by their organic shapes, meaning the structures
always tend to mimic these patterns in some way. No matter the maker, roundness
often plays some part in the design of Manon’s extension and, in this way, each
building could be seen to belong to the same city.
It is possible for
residents and travellers alike to make contact with their orderly neighbours,
but they find it difficult to understand one another. The playful absurdity of the
Manonians writings may be read as infantile by the outside reader, and the
sensible, structured writings of the outsider can come across as disturbing to
those in Manon. However, those outside are often drawn in by the nonsense they
observe, tired of following rules and intrigued by the playfulness of the
Manonians. In this way, it is perhaps the citizens of Manon who are more stuck
in their ways. It is important to note that once inside the city, people find
themselves unable to leave, utterly captivated by Manonian ways.
The city's magnetic pull on
the foot traveller also extends to those who travel via the city’s trains.
Hovering surrounded by colourful pipes, the trains are pulled around the city
in strange and varying patterns. The traveller feels no compulsion to make note
of which stop they get on at, or check where they disembark, they simply move
through the city, taking in the sights. It is dizzying and it is in this way
that travellers to the city often get lost. Manon absorbs the traveller as the
traveller absorbs Manon and the city extends further, eking out a larger and
larger space in the ordinary environment that surrounds it.
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