I think it’s all about the flow. I love the flow.
The flow of the 24/7, delivery, consistency paradigm. The flow of these large streets where doing a U turn is a breeze. The flow of kilometers of square blocks of beautiful little houses and small buildings, empty spaces or ruins that are going to disappear soon. Present, future, past doesn’t matter. The flow of empty sidewalks, silent rad bikes and skateboard sounds. The flow of smiles and slow cars. The flow of the music I hear in public, last time was this while getting cash at my favorite ATM. By far not a perfect world but definitely more fluid. It feels so right to me. It definitely outweighs the bad, at least for now.
France’s everyday friction made me sick but now every time I go back it eats me up. Lefty black dude producing audio for games is by default frictional enough so if everyday things are too… Family and friends create this bubble where I’m cool but I feel frozen in time, not moving forward. It’s comforting but I like moving on. Or do I? Sometimes I don’t even know anymore.
It’s delicate.
I’ll have to take that plane again in a couple of weeks. It is so getting old.