maiden lane
immigrate, run away from this nowhere you grew up in to the big city. get to meet this diverse mass of strangers. with some you might even make friends or enemies, yet most of them will remain anonymous. never meet your neighbours. blank words to a person you won't see again.
did you come here to live in this hypothetical togetherness? did those who were born here, and those before them made friends just for the joy of sitting in eachother's living rooms?
is there still a sense of belonging to a group, wider than your cellular family? is there a red cheeked healthy family left?there must have been a point to that somewhere in the past. empowering.
neighbourhood, before becoming 'da hood' had that idea of people, given the chance, can save themselves.
bringing us together under the protecting frame of uniformity, we were given a reasonable priced, well detailed yet badly maintained , compact flat in a set out of open spaces. new streets to walk, new plazas to play in. more hard than soft surfaces. got a club (what do you do there?) and a playground. and a strip of lawn for the dogs. i don't socialize with my kind. i aspire for more than that.
everybody has a small dish next on this wall. each and every one is a sattelite circling around channel 4 studios, watching people living together. the streets are empty, other than those hoodies with the amstaff watched by cctv.
the city fabric along agar grove is a lattice work of pockets. segragated communities in the way gates were placed to prevent their inhabitants to escape from where they were positioned.
this is not the city, this is its back brought forward.
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