The city of Koronch has too many people in it. They're a lean citizen body because they're constantly chafing against someone else's ribs. Everyone's clothing is patched from all the rubbing and the few people that have shoes wear those hideous toe sneakers because there isn't any room for bodily extensions. some of the grouchy people carry around scissors with which they trim long hairs and flowing skirts and poke at the flesh of the overweight.

people move down the city's streets like a river; all the streets are one way, and the people twitch when they have to wait at a corner. and where people turn corners the bricks have been rounded off by the thousands of pushing pedestrians; the city is a canyon built of hurrying human hands. you can identify someone from Koronch by the red brick color striped down both sides of their bodies and dusting their hair; they've rubbed off the faded buildings which resume their color at shoulder height. the streets from above look like a lot of wriggling clay.

When it rains they raise their mouths to the sky and their tongues are like red tadpoles, miniature Koronch's inside them.

The city's emblem is the arch.