#urbanity

This sounds as though I bemoan an older time, which is the preoccupation of the old, or cultivate an opposition to change, which is the currency of the rich and stupid.  It is not so.  This Seattle was not something changed that I once knew.  It was a new thin.  Set down there not knowing it was Seattle, I could not have told where I was.  Everywhere frantic growth, a carcinomatous growth.  Bulldozers rolled up the green forests and heaped the resulting trash for burning.  The torn white lumber from concrete forms was piled beside gray walls.  I wonder why progress looks so much like destruction.