The succession of briefly observed moments in others’ lives is, to the city dweller, not just a channel-surfing equivalent of fleshier dimensions, but a chance to fool oneself into thinking one is immersed in a life of one’s own.
The suburbs are where you go to learn the truth about yourself. There are no distractions.
It’s a cush life in the city. The suburbs will break you.
You must be stable and happy in the suburbs. It’s the only way to survive.
For weakness in suburbia is an invitation to tragedy.
But the deviated and the insufficient happily call the city home.