That 'strenuous feeling of wanting more' sounds like the constant need to improve and develop, rather than wallow in content. I believe that feeling fuels revolutions, both personal and cultural.
The creator might never live up to his own expectations, but at least he is creating. You're retreating from the forefront under the guise of superiority, but you're really just admitting that you feel like a failure under the burden of the New York Way that you've constructed. If that's the case, you've lost out.
You sound like our parents' generation, only you've replaced their cautious optimism with ironic sniping and self-aggrandizing.
Most hilarious is your assertion that Tampa, of all places, should be anyone's destination. No one in Tampa really wants to stay there. I could see it in their eyes over the five years I lived there. St. Petersburg or Sarasota are beautiful, but they exist under an understood pretext: there is no real movement. Stagnant and listless is the status quo. Art galleries fail, coffee shops go under, bold restaurants buckle. That isn't capitalistic failure, that is mediocrity inherent in a population that won't leave their fucking houses.
At least here in New York they walk outside and taste the air, crackling with possibilities. How does that Westchester air taste?
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That 'strenuous feeling of wanting more' sounds like the constant need to improve and develop, rather than wallow in content. I believe that feeling fuels revolutions, both personal and cultural.
The creator might never live up to his own expectations, but at least he is creating. You're retreating from the forefront under the guise of superiority, but you're really just admitting that you feel like a failure under the burden of the New York Way that you've constructed. If that's the case, you've lost out.
You sound like our parents' generation, only you've replaced their cautious optimism with ironic sniping and self-aggrandizing.
Most hilarious is your assertion that Tampa, of all places, should be anyone's destination. No one in Tampa really wants to stay there. I could see it in their eyes over the five years I lived there. St. Petersburg or Sarasota are beautiful, but they exist under an understood pretext: there is no real movement. Stagnant and listless is the status quo. Art galleries fail, coffee shops go under, bold restaurants buckle. That isn't capitalistic failure, that is mediocrity inherent in a population that won't leave their fucking houses.
At least here in New York they walk outside and taste the air, crackling with possibilities. How does that Westchester air taste?