N'YS

This is, or at least will be, the City of Ys. Ys, or Ker-Is, or Kerisham if you've played certain occult video games, is one of many mythical sunken cities, a common motif of folklore: the flooded city, often a place of high art, science, and culture, often punished for hubris, inhospitality, or other grievous sins. Ys in particular is a Breton myth, one I've been intrigued by for a while now (predating aforementioned game, for those curious); I've written a version of it, written a poem about it, have plans for plays about it and have even tried to paint it using water from the very bay it was supposedly situated in, the bay where you can still hear the bells and the wailing of the Morrigan. It is a city, out in the waves, somewhere between reality and dreaming. It is a city of art, of possibility. I have this re-occurring dream that I go to New York City, and it happens so often that in the dream I started saying "wow, I can't believe I'm actually here this time". And then, that happened so often that I started saying "wow, I can't believe I'm actually here this time, and I actually mean that". New York is an island city of high art, science, and culture. There is a version of it that exists only in my mind, caught between reality and dreaming. I have started thinking of this dream New York City as my own version of Ys - especially when merged with some elements of the dream version of my childhood holiday town, Dinbych-y-pysgod. Maybe it will finally cure the bizarre feeling that I am iin New York, if I can call it something else. Anyway, when I found out about neocities from my dear friend, I knew I had to return again to Ys. These digital shores, vast as sea and space and dreaming, twice as nebulous and thrice as inscrutable. It is my intention to slowly build this city, learning how to build it as I build it. There are various things I wish to see risen in this city, this New Ys: