But mine, I suspect, or maybe it is merely a hope, is a Midwestern mind
March 12, 2013 § Leave a comment
What you say of Oakland, that it feels to you like a “Midwestern city — a great place to pass through on a Greyhound bus,” may be true. Knowing you as I do, that is not so negative an estimation. I’ve developed an affinity for the Midwest in the past few years, albeit one held at abeyance from actually living in the Midwest. The great coastal cities of America, and surely elsewhere, are damned to be doomed (a handy phrase I’ve developed that covers more ground than I originally expected) as dens of ambition & privilege. Those in these cities who do not revel in their privilege to have ambition at all, they tend to be outliers – physically, often; psychologically, usually – and are possibly the only thing preventing their zip codes’ reduction to ash & salt.
I suppose I like the millennial crackpots, as you call them, whether they be in cities or beyond — that they’re there, if not them personally, though there have been a few — and, myself, would be a bit lost if I did not feel as though I were wandering as aimlessly as they. Though, in truth, I’m clearly not wandering so far, holed up here in my comfortable hovel. But mine, I suspect, or maybe it is merely a hope, is a Midwestern mind, and somehow tends to take me further than my body ever could.