Tuesday, July 13, 2010

notes from sgp 2

we are a nation of strangers.

we avoid acknowledging our fellows' existence with religious fervor. no eye contact no smile no friendly greeting no passing comment and heaven forbid no casual compliment.

we are not so bad inside really. we smother our children parents relatives and friends with overpowering care. it's the people we meet in elevators stores or along corridors who get the crustiness.

it may be nice, i think, if we guard our insides less zealously.

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