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Diary, Sunday 4th September, 1994 (4 days after my arrival)
The working of reputation: As I travel through the city in a rented car with my family, with only an image of Jamaica, one that is filtered by reputation, everything becomes threatening. Space is undifferentiated, one lump of homogeneous threat that cannot be fully dissolved by any real attempt to rationalise it. I suppose that, as time goes by, the city will be fully divided up into categories and recognisable situations, so that my fear becomes more sophisticated, directed at more immediate signs of potential danger than the indiscriminating chaos of unfamiliarity that the city is now.
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