Thoughts on America
Jul. 22nd, 2003 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bzarcherHad a thought while walking around today:
America lost some of its' magic when we started using chain-link fences.
You see, back when we used board fences, there was a lot more mystery in daily life. You see artifacts of this in paintings, movies, and cartoons. At construction sites, people gathered to wonder just what was being built, with kids (and sometimes adults) crowding occcasional knotholes for a quick peek.
Circuses would arrive, hidden by the mystique of boards, and nobody knew what surprises were in store, but all anticipated them. People'd speculate, and the average joe was encouraged to use his imagination daily, even if just when he went out to get some lunch, as he said, "I wonder what they're building there...", and he'd think about it.
Today, we have chain-link.
Chain-link is stronger. Safer. More durable.
See-through.
No more imagination. No more tantalizing glimpses through an illicit portal.
No more wondering. Just stark, metal corseted truth.
Seems like this is one of those things that happens, and you just have to occasionally yearn for the earlier times.
America lost some of its' magic when we started using chain-link fences.
You see, back when we used board fences, there was a lot more mystery in daily life. You see artifacts of this in paintings, movies, and cartoons. At construction sites, people gathered to wonder just what was being built, with kids (and sometimes adults) crowding occcasional knotholes for a quick peek.
Circuses would arrive, hidden by the mystique of boards, and nobody knew what surprises were in store, but all anticipated them. People'd speculate, and the average joe was encouraged to use his imagination daily, even if just when he went out to get some lunch, as he said, "I wonder what they're building there...", and he'd think about it.
Today, we have chain-link.
Chain-link is stronger. Safer. More durable.
See-through.
No more imagination. No more tantalizing glimpses through an illicit portal.
No more wondering. Just stark, metal corseted truth.
Seems like this is one of those things that happens, and you just have to occasionally yearn for the earlier times.
