When one consciously looks around, it tells you where your mind's oriented. As it happens, my own seemed today to see a combination of economy and symbolic sociological traits (where the two differ).
Turfing warm, breeze-slapped sidewalk a stretch of walk about twenty minutes at a brisk pace, I saw: clogging cars with mufflers consciously removed, loud cars; stores spitting catchy slogans like "cool and cheap: it's easy!"); people bustling with trammeling good health where not bucket-bellied (and even these), in a straight brisk gait with a slight smile curling their lips at the thought that their hometown's the fastest growing economy in the Americas and that perhaps Burton Cummings was prophetic when penning that tune; seniors outnumbering the middle or younger-aged, all of them unbent by genetic deficiency or time, all of them seeming to buck the usual infirmities as if in tune with the other buck unbuckling the carnal optimism of the populace, giving them wind; wide blasted as if razed streets with austere spaces between traffic lights, the need to pedestrianize space not yet caught up to the expanding population; exceedingly polite drivers who invariably stop whatever the traffic to let one on foot cross; limitless sky invoking a vertiginous sense of spaciousness, dizzying, the worst Freudian nightmares of untethered Place with body or mind or community.
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