Well, what could I say?
Maybe, "No, you just don't get it. You just don't get the isolation in this country, the way in which people lead their lives as if they had been put into permanent castes for purposes of consumer research...."
I don't want to go to arts events where I meet cool people. I want to live in a real city with public transport and real parks, places where you can go and share the space with other people, strangers, people who have nothing to do with you, people leading different kinds of lives, people who you see in mid-stream on the way to some ordinary or extraordinary meeting or job or expedition, people of different ages and religions. I prefer to live in a neighborhood where I can walk to the grocery score and see Turkish or Albanian women with bright head scarves pushing a a baby buggy with three little kids trailing behind, hearing the tones of a language I don't understand, but knowing that this is simply life. I want to live in a city where the streets are teeming with life, where you stand in a crowd --without fear!--as you wait to step into the street car--where you can see twenty different faces as people get out of the car: a punker, a religious man, a woman with her child, two teenagers ready to do anything crazy they can think of, a man who walks slowly with a cane, anxious people late for an appointment, students on their way to university, maybe even two or three or four beautiful young women as well...all in one place.... not segregated into ghettoes according to age and purchasing preferences...
the supreme loneliness of this country
the merciless isolation
the unspeakable misery
GMOOH
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