02.26.2013 - 02.26.2013
Strange to be back in the U.S., even if just for 8 hours. There are so many machines here. Machines to help you climb, to help you walk. Machines that flush the toilet for you and turn on the perfectly temperature-controlled water. Machines you maneuver to glide you to far away destinations over liquid smooth roads and in an orderly fashion. Machines also wash your dishes and reheat your food. As a consequence, I can walk in a daze and barely have to communicate with anyone I don't already know. I see when strangers do have to talk to each other here the outcome is often unpleasant, ending in frowns or, worse, an altercation. How odd that we choose to live this way.
There's so much room. It's all so clean and quiet. That's strange, too.