The City
February 1st, 2025
A series of self-sustaining neighborhoods, or barrios, or ghettos — whatever the name. That’s how I lived all my life—various cities from small and dilapidated ones with equal dilapidation for everyone to a slightly less dilapidated metropolis of 8 million people where covering shit in glitter is an art form. I found my way in each one without a problem and without major missteps. I felt at home in each one, no matter what was my social (and mental) status, housing and financial situation, or language spoken around me. I fitted in in cities in the American deep south and Polish Podlachia, and everywhere in between.
All you have to do to fit in is to walk around with a purpose, and even if you don't have one, pretend that you do. Your walk has to be quick and direct, a slight scowl on the lips helps as well. Don’t be indecisive. Don’t be arrogant, or too polite, or too curious — always be direct. Go about your business, don't be surprised by anybody else’s. Don’t look at others for too long, a quick glance should be enough to assert a friend or foe. And a friend is everyone who minds their business and lets you mind your own — so be sure to keep it that way. Don't bring attention to yourself, and don't look at those who do — those are cowards who try to cover their insecurities with a see-through pathetic bluster. You don't want to be associated with them. Because the city is only about you. Others are just the part characters who fill in the scenery around you. Occasionally useful, always forgettable. Keep that in mind as you go for a walk tonight in the city.
