Took Ruby for a ride thru the suburban wasteland today. Many of the other drivers, when I could stand to look at the faces, seemed in a trance-like dream state. So I ran a red light just to see if anyone was paying attention. Nobody noticed. Stopped for coffee at a strip mall. At least the Muzak was Nat King Cole.
I don't know how writers like Cheever and Sexton did it...I mean,
create literature in suburbia. Oh right, he was a drunk and she was a
suicide.
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When I travel through suburbs - such as back near Raleigh - what gets to me us not the trances so much as the uniform inoffensiveness of the shops and houses. That and the wealth. Idle wealth.
Posted by: Thomas | July 06, 2009 at 10:55 PM