Cities and Blogs
I admit it. I love walking around the city at night, looking into people's windows from the street (no one closes their blinds here), seeing what apartments look like, how they're designed, what "stuff" people have.
Life in a city is such an interesting mix of voyeurism and isolationism (the latter, something I've written about before). One of my most favorite days in the city is the Fourth of July. Not because of the fireworks -- who cares. No, it's being up on a rooftop, and seeing this world of people that comes alive along the skyline, distant silhouettes that oooohhhh! and aaaahhhh! and, if only for a couple hours, become one. When it's over, they head back down their stairs, and we all go back to looking into each others' windows...
In a way, it's similar to the kind of community we have here, on a blog. We're nameless and faceless, yet there's a sense we're in something together. I can't peer into your windows, but, in a small way, I can peer into your brain, or, at least, the piece of your brain you wish to reveal to us.
City life seems anonymous from the outside, but it's really much more. Just like a blog.




