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. . What a disheartening spectacle it's been, a new month, a new… - The Literary Exhibitionist
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What a disheartening spectacle it's been, a new month, a new condo higher than the last, each packed with blue-badged Amazon squids, every morning squirting by the thousands from their studio apartments onto my block, heads in devices, never looking up. (They work for Amazon, so you know they're soulless. The only question, how soulless?) It makes me pine for the days when Third Ave. was just me, empty storefronts and the one tweaker yelling, "That's how you spell America!"

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"Right after Joe and I moved to Seattle, we went to the state fair, my first one ever. It has since become a tradition. Of course this native New Yorker was horrified at the parolee vibe and average weight of my fellow attendees. Around every corner, teardrop trailers sold raspberry scones. PRIDE OF WASHINGTON, the signs beamed. I thought, How sad for Washington State, to be so proud over so little.

Such could be said of the entertainment offered. We were expected to marvel over goats in pens, be amazed at vegetables arranged to look like the Washington State flag, gather around for jewelry-cleaning demos. I must have been on my feet too long, or maybe it was the September heat, but when I saw the genuine delight Joe took in cheering his entry in the pig race ("Look at that! They're chasing an Oreo!"), my defenses went kaput. I actually felt at one with the doughy white mass of humanity, these Washingtonians with their guns and Jesus and BluBlockers.

And I thought, How sad for
you, New York City, you self-absorbed crack whore, with your status-obsessed, edgy, darting eyes, your choked sidewalks, your cancerously reproducing starchitect-designed Prada stores, your breathless yak about real estate prices drowning out all civilized conversation, your deafening restaurants impossible to get into, your cheap TV stars muscling out real talent on Broadway, your smelly streets clogged with blacker SUVs with darker-tinted windows ferrying richer and richer hedge-fund creeps. And where does it leave you? Still chasing yesterday's high.
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