To Carthage then I came
Burning burning burning burning
— T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land
  In a street, in the heart of a city of dreams,
it will be as if one had lived there in past years
— Paul Verlaine, Kaleidoscope

“Nameless in a Faceless City” is a deconstruction of the city and of the “faceless” discourse of patriarchy enclosed with a “nameless” colonial history.