It’s a quarter to one, morning time, and the sky is a sickly shade of yellow. I’m back in the city. One more time around, grab that handle and give it a spin. See how long I can hold on before internal forces overcome external sociology and I am once again thrown out to the wilds. Somehow I keep dragging myself back into these hives of human ingenuity and waste, looking for the golden key that will let me into the healthy, balanced lifestyle everyone told me to expect when I was Accomplishing Something in school. Hey, teach, I ain’t found it yet.
Having already gone bowling with friends and surfed porn on “borrowed” wi-fi, I’m left to wonder what more the city has to offer. I don’t mean that in a satisfied way. I mean Why do people come to cities in the first place? Jobs and social interaction. If you are the type that would rather avoid both, what then? Can the coffee shops and museums compensate for the sweltering press of a hundred thousand egos, appetites, dreams, and petty misgivings that bears down on you every minute of the day? People in the country drink to beat boredom and depression. People in the city drink to beat stress and depression. It’s a good thing we’ve got this system of living figured out so well, or the future of our society might really look bleak. And thank God we’ve got ANWAR to fall back if things ever get really rough. Once we’ve got that tapped, it’ll pull us through any hard times.