TheBanyanTree: Space

[B Drummond]

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  --  Report on trip to Northeast --



There's something about the super urban, mega metropolis areas that go against 
the grain with me.  

In effect, I need space.

If you go to these areas you find, especially in the super crowded northeast 
population centers, sprawling townships, boroughs, cities, and developments 
that go on for hundreds and hundreds of square miles without end.  You feel 
often that you are in a maze of streets, walls, houses, buildings, 
warehouses, factories, shops, and people moving about as if they are all late 
for the most important appointment in their lives. You or/or your conveyence 
will move in a frantic pace or you will be run over.  Period.

You often find the "Thank You for Visiting X Township" sign has "Entering Y 
Township" on the other side of the sign.  You come to countless intersections 
where the street side says, "A street" on the right, and "B street" on the 
left, even though they are the same street, just in different townships and 
are named differently.  Well, that is if you are lucky enough to be able to 
read the signs, that is.

There is no space in these places.  Everything is a variation of right angles, 
nothing is left unaltered from its original form.  It is, in a sense, an 
alien form of this world where natural is uncouth & insufficient,  where the 
natural is a mutant form and must be stamped out of existence.  I am old 
growth smack dab in the middle of a clear cut planted with hybrid species 
maximized for fastest extraction of linear board.  

Yes, these places are exciting but I can't thrive in such places. I can't feel 
comfortable in such places.  In such places, I am not an individual, I am a 
thing, a pokey thing of the hated alien form, of unaltered non right angles 
and insufficient velocity. In these places,  when the information overload 
finally subsides, I find myself dreaming.  And I dream of only one thing.

Space


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