Topophiles are people who are emotionally or historically attached to a particular space. Sometimes they are tied to a point in space, sometimes to a type of space.
Orthodox topophiles live mainly in old towns. They live in families and create swirling and branching structures of inconspicuous or shapeless architecture that mimic the surrounding super-dense urban landscape.
Bubble family tree of Moscow topophiles
The city of orthodox topophiles above the flooded, and then raised from the bottom of the sea and museumified Venice
The second group of topophiles can be characterized as reformists or new hermits. They travel the world in search of available resources or attractive experiences. Having discovered them, the reformists spread their swarm as far as the hive allows.
Monotown in Sulaibiya tire dump in Kuwait, whose life and production and energy cycles, not to mention architecture, are built on tire recycling.
The settlement of Pripyat, living in the mushroom sphere, swollen on the yeast of residual radiation and isotopes of the Chernobyl reactor.
Garbage island New Kuriles, filled with heavy-duty high-carbon caramel. Larger than Japan. It was created from garbage transferred by Russia for processing in exchange for the recognition of the Kuril Islands as Russian property. Mecca of neotopophiles who come here in search of treasures from all over the world.
In the third group – extreme topophiles – as opposites are connected in Lobachevsky's geometry – on the one hand, it consists of the descendants of the descendants of the participants in the project of the Russian Military Historical Society "Love for Father's Coffins", begun in the distant 21st century on the initiative of the then Minister of Memory, descended from the Rostislavovich family.
On the other hand, this includes the colonies of non-resistance anarchists reduced by the whim of the Dictator for penitentiary purposes. Now this micro-community extracts useful organic substances from the tardigrade spine somewhere in the world space. About once every hundred years, they collect enough energy to send a radio signal to the Big World. The signal has not yet been located.
But these are the extremes of the extreme, the usual topophiles of the third group – either prisoners serving life sentences, or modern Winckelmanns – antiquarians, marauders, historians and archaeologists living in the coffins and crypts of the great post-industrial civilization forgotten on the sidelines.