Welcome to the relaunch of the Urban Mole.
It’s been 5 years since the last post and a lot’s changed since then. Where the old Mole was art and argument against a staid way of seeing, the new’s a storybook of city life. It’s a short and witty, lived-in, loose fit look at the world. Tales of people making places making people.
Street sociology. Soft-core phenomenology. Pulp.
There’ll be new stories every Saturday at 0900 CE(S)T — a breakfast or brunch read, or something to lounge to later. Your work week’s busy enough (*). The weekend’s for relaxing. That said …
The ghost of the old Mole lingers. Occasionally an essay might appear, long-form and whim-driven. These are city-fable adjacent — if you’re just here for the tales, tune out. (Though your comments are welcome.)
In the future, you’ll be able to read guest posts. The city’s full of voices and some have a lot to say, often in ways wildly divergent from my own.
There are more plans in the works, but those can wait. Let’s overcome the inertia first.
Once upon a time …
(*) Whatever your work prefix: Home-, school-, parenting-, post-work (i.e. retirement) etc.
