City beat

[alkalinesky]

The city smells of a noxious combination of cow manure, cigarette smoke, and weed. It is loud and angry and I wonder sometimes if I'm just too soft now to cut it in the urban landscape. No one has time for kindness. Graffiti conversations replace interaction. It's a wonder how so many people can be so isolated. Maybe our secrets are the closest to

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[feather_armor]

There was a lot of noise (different noise) in Spain's cities, and they are in a terrible economic state, and yet it was (save for the lackadaisical waitstaff, just a cultural thing) so warm and passionate and friendly. I have never seen a brighter smile than our cab driver in Ronda, first thing in the morning, seeming so genuinely delighted to drive a pair of Americans around wherever they wanted to go.

Yeah, I'm feeling wistful. And wondering what we are doing wrong.

[merciful_soul]

It's odd, I stood in my windows last night thinking the opposite, I need the sounds and scents of the city to keep me alive. Maybe it is coming from DC that did it, but I shriveled when I lived in Monument. But, aside, there is the agreement that there is too much connectivity. I think that is why I have kept myself isolated online. for before and for always. That I can't do, the anonymity of the city drives me, but the exposure of online scares me to death.

[feather_armor]

We're starting to think you had the right idea M., although I love(d) my blog, was excited for its newness and potential.

[merciful_soul]

I think it might just be the field that I'm in, and I don't want blogging taken away from you, but I watch what tech can do for the world, while I also watch what it can do to people. That's the part that keeps me away.