Capital Movements

Yesterday, via the BBC, BLDGBLOG explored the militarily controlled and organized instant city of Naypyidaw, new capital of Burma (aka Myanmar), a whole city built so that the Burmese dictatorship could move nearly 300 miles north from where the capital had originally been (Rangoon – aka Yangon).
But what if they'd moved the capital – a mere two miles? Or one mile – or twenty-five feet? The entire imperial capital picks up... and moves eight feet to the southwest. Thirty-five centimeters. The buildings themselves aren't changed – though perhaps all the streets are renamed.
Meanwhile, everything looks the same.
Except...

Or: as a child you went on holidays with your auntie to a small village in southern France, but now you're 63 years old and you haven't been there in half a century. So you hire a car and you drive down, alone, crossing the Millau Viaduct, to arrive in the same old village before sunset.
But something doesn't feel right.
For one thing, that view of the distant hills that you remember so vividly, from the picture window in your family cottage outside town, no longer even captures the hills; instead you stare blankly at the valley right next to them. How could that have happened...? And the front door no longer opens out to face the old oak tree.
Worse, the nearby forest seems a whole lot closer to the edge of town, and several buildings are practically falling into the nearby river; that's impossible, you think: you used to play down there. Is your memory really that bad?
You can't sleep at night. Do you have Alzheimer's Disease...? You toss and turn. Do you drink too much? You get up and look out the window, dehydrated. Or have you just been wrong about everything, all along?
How sad.

To bide the time before driving back north, you do some casual gardening out back, screwing around with a shovel and wondering why, as you tried to go back to find the past, everything fell out from beneath you – when you discover something: foundation stones. You clear away more dirt and stare.
They match the outline of the family cottage.
You dig a bit more, sweating – and, as some clouds pass over the sun, sending a chill down the back of your neck, you find that stupid plastic toy you buried as a 12-year old. You'd put it right beside the house – you remember that – you'd even been scolded for digging so close to your auntie's bedroom window – yet now here it is clear out in the middle of the yard.
You drop the shovel.
Small discrepancies like this suddenly stand out all over town: the well in the central plaza, for instance, is now inexplicably close to the old tavern – whereas it very definitely used to stand right out there in the open, catching sunshine. You used to read books there. You know what you're talking about.
You don't have Alzheimer's Disease.
The town has been moved.

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8 Comments:

Anonymous Moody834 said...

Every entry here is worth my time, but I have to admit that I have an especial fondness for posts like this one, where your imagination creates such wonderful scenes.

Thanks so much for all your effort. Thanks to you, I have come to appreciate a lot more about the architecture and (dare I say) architectural movements of the world.

March 31, 2007 2:34 PM  
Blogger Geoff Manaugh said...

Thanks - I'm glad someone appreciates these!

March 31, 2007 3:31 PM  
Anonymous jace said...

lovely indeed!

+ overall i enjoy it when the talk of architecture tumbles into lyricism, art, hypothetical unfoldings

April 01, 2007 8:38 PM  
Blogger Mike Frechette said...

Fantastic! This has shades of Calvino's Invisible Cities but it's much more tactile...bravo!

April 01, 2007 10:52 PM  
Blogger Geoff Manaugh said...

Thanks, Mike!

And what's up, Jace? Glad to have you round these parts. I've been listening to your mixes for... five years or so, so hopefully this returns the favor. Stick around!

April 02, 2007 1:52 AM  
Blogger Brian said...

Couldn't help but think of that Simpsons episode when they moved the entire town of Springfield down the road a few miles because the original town is covered in garbage.

April 03, 2007 2:25 PM  
Anonymous eric said...

Similar is actually going to happen in northern Sweden. The whole city of Kiruna will be moved few kilometers west.

Kiruna is a city built for mining industry. Worlds richest iron ore deposities are found nearby. It has recently been found out that the deposity curves beneath the city. So the mining company has to move the city to get to the ore. For example, the town hall will be moved as whole on a 70m wide road built for this purpose.

Let's see what happens...interesting indeed.

April 05, 2007 5:07 AM  
Blogger trmd said...

For some more info on the swedish town, which also came to my mind reading your post:

http://www.strangeharvest.com/mt/archive/the_harvest/kiruna_the_town.php

It really is a strange and interesting project. Pretty much like your blog.

April 10, 2007 12:01 PM  

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