No doubt about it, cities get hot.
Buildings block the breeze, jet black parking lots become grills, and, over time, the heat fries people’s brains.
People with fried brains act differently than those with brains that are only Luke warm. The luke warmers are open to ideas, closed to bullshit. Open to evidence, bullshit resistant. Open to discussion, closed to railroaders.
Cooked brains go off half cooked. They resist reality and swim like the dickens to any nearby iceberg, clinging onto that berg like it’s the only thing that can prevent their hothead from combustion.
From the berg they holler at the heavens, HALT THIS COOLING! WE’RE FREEZING TO DEATH DOWN HERE! Far, far away, in a land without asphalt, no Starbucks and narry a fat food drive-thru in sight, cooler heads prevail.
Those heads take it all in, not just the heat. They check with the animals, the manimals and the land. They contemplate. They relate. They hesitate for clarity.
Yep, the cities get hot. The countryside does not. And the dwellers within, simply are caught… in their circumstance.
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