every day....
Why are these people, these "Americans" so unhappy and miserable?
Why is it so joyless to live among them?
Is it the false mercantile smiles?
Or the endless promise of intrusive phone calls?
The monotony of enormous vehicles?
--Or, merely, their mountains of ignorance about the world outside:
Their inability to imagine another world,
Their inability to imagine that people actually do live differently elsewhere,
and are more happy on account of it?
My catalogue is incomplete,
but serves to indicate the depth of my inability to face the ugly truth.
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