Monday, 28 April 2014

My Suburbia - studies I

It was and still is a place of asphalt and stones, stones and asphalt. Before the Internet, kids playing in the streets. Now they are sent to do organized sport instead. We got too much money, I guess. The houses were built before Norway struck oil, but often ambitiously rebuilt after. Flats built when builders thought the people living there would not be able to afford cars. Groves of tress in the middle of everything. Pines. Woods near by. Schoolyards full of asphalt, cold, heat, and dust. Secret places. Offices and semi industrial buildings. Gardens turning into high rises. My heart cries out for the land and the place I grew up. Why are we so blind and deaf and without hope?

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