To simply drive off speeding roads and turn away from the lure of lights. Scrapeoff the patina of endless boredom. Quit staring into unnerving emptiness thickamid the commotion. Chuck deadlines and just pack up and leave. Without anyitinerary, not knowing what we want to escape to, just what to escape from.Many times we feel this restlessness, this conviction that we do not belong, andnot just in the city. We feel that we’ve outgrown our surroundings or that we havenever really been part of them, much less welcomed by them. We wander,seeking to move on, not knowing where to.For the metropolis, this sense of oppression has been inflicted by the city’s owncitizens. The efficiency that we have made a rule for urban progress, that hasmade things easier and faster, ironically, has brought to the way we work, travel,communicate, and live a certain paralysis. We strain to fit everything in limitedschedules. But even as we manage to, we inevitably neglect our intangible andunquantifiable need for belonging, for refuge. Alas, we have created our ownunlivable conditions.
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For those that cannot give in to their urge to just abandon everything, escapehatches like relaxation centers are a welcome development. We seek reprieve inwell-designed rooms, turn to concoctions and alchemies to rediscover our sensations. But how much less are we able to tune in to ourselves to find out our real problems when for every chance we get, we numb what we feel?Today’s mass of information has fine-tuned our perceptions, but strained our understanding. We get entangled in nets of pursuits chasing after what is new,what is the next goal, but there is nothing between the threads. With nopermanence, we still feel displaced.Dislocation, on a wider scale, covers the complications brought about byglobalization and politics. Citizens of the world, cosmopolitans and businessmen,possess a certain statelessness on the same level as exiles and refugees. Theyare equally rootless. How do they, together with already-burdened city burghers,cope with the everyday?
‘Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have beenin every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I