Don’t get me wrong: I don’t want to live in the suburbs either. There’s still too many people and instead of lines of people they’re lines of cars. They’re awful.
I want a hole in the side of a mountain, where I can look out on a dark night and see no lights except the stars. Where there’s no human within earshot, and it’s a ten mile walk to get to anything resembling a store.
Humans are the most dangerous animals on the planet and I don’t feel safe with them as neighbors.
That’s how my boss at work feels. He’s a cool guy. He takes a train for a few hours to come into the city for work when he has to, but he’s much happier at his house by the lake.
And I’m totally fine with you living in a mountainside. It’d be weird if I objected.
What I don’t like is when, like, the four people living in a mountain have the same political weight as four million people living in a city. (Hyperbole on the numbers). Or when people are like “We can’t spend money on maintaining the subway in the city, we need to focus on stuff that benefits fewer people”. Or when people act like the countryside is “real America” despite millions more people living in cities. But I’m getting off topic.
Humans are the most dangerous animals on the planet and I don’t feel safe with them as neighbors.
A couple years ago I had a nasty bike accident in Brooklyn. My own fault. Was lost, hit the curb weird and just flew off the bike. And a bunch of people just came out of the background to see if I was okay. When they realized I couldn’t stand up, one of them called an ambulance and stayed with me until they came. He even gave me his phone number in case I needed anything. (I’m fine now, though I have a big scar and the one arm isn’t as good as it used to be)
If that had happened in the suburbs where my parents live? Very likely no one would have been there to help. Way out in the country? Even less likely.
I saw a lady trip and fall down the stairs at the subway. Dropped all of her stuff. A bunch of people came running out to help her up and collect her stuff. (She was fine. Or fine enough to walk away, anyway)
I dropped a grocery bag on the subway once. Everyone helped me get my stuff back.
So yeah, people are dangerous, but also a lot of the time they’re pretty good.
I don’t want any political power. I want to be left alone with my woodland friends. I won’t even take the train into the city. As a matter of fact, please tear up all transit to my mountain hole. Then nobody can get there and I’ll feel even better.
Don’t get me wrong: I don’t want to live in the suburbs either. There’s still too many people and instead of lines of people they’re lines of cars. They’re awful.
I want a hole in the side of a mountain, where I can look out on a dark night and see no lights except the stars. Where there’s no human within earshot, and it’s a ten mile walk to get to anything resembling a store.
Humans are the most dangerous animals on the planet and I don’t feel safe with them as neighbors.
That’s how my boss at work feels. He’s a cool guy. He takes a train for a few hours to come into the city for work when he has to, but he’s much happier at his house by the lake.
And I’m totally fine with you living in a mountainside. It’d be weird if I objected.
What I don’t like is when, like, the four people living in a mountain have the same political weight as four million people living in a city. (Hyperbole on the numbers). Or when people are like “We can’t spend money on maintaining the subway in the city, we need to focus on stuff that benefits fewer people”. Or when people act like the countryside is “real America” despite millions more people living in cities. But I’m getting off topic.
A couple years ago I had a nasty bike accident in Brooklyn. My own fault. Was lost, hit the curb weird and just flew off the bike. And a bunch of people just came out of the background to see if I was okay. When they realized I couldn’t stand up, one of them called an ambulance and stayed with me until they came. He even gave me his phone number in case I needed anything. (I’m fine now, though I have a big scar and the one arm isn’t as good as it used to be)
If that had happened in the suburbs where my parents live? Very likely no one would have been there to help. Way out in the country? Even less likely.
I saw a lady trip and fall down the stairs at the subway. Dropped all of her stuff. A bunch of people came running out to help her up and collect her stuff. (She was fine. Or fine enough to walk away, anyway)
I dropped a grocery bag on the subway once. Everyone helped me get my stuff back.
So yeah, people are dangerous, but also a lot of the time they’re pretty good.
I don’t want any political power. I want to be left alone with my woodland friends. I won’t even take the train into the city. As a matter of fact, please tear up all transit to my mountain hole. Then nobody can get there and I’ll feel even better.