[AGL] alienation and sense of impending doom while living in Xanadu

[Michael Eisenstadt]

according to literature, the average man/woman lives a life 
of silent dispair.

many in real life opiate themselves with their living descendants,
many (most?) of us here at Austin ghetto are childless. about 
half and half married and living alone. Connie is in Houston, 
Karen (childless) is in Austin, so is Fontaine. Ewie in Hawaii, 
Byron (childless) in Indonesia, Gilbert (childless) in France, 
Jon Ford in Palo Alto, Wayne (childless) in semi-rural Virginia, 
Gerry near Silver Springs, NM

in flights of fancy we long for Xanadu. Xanadu is out in the 
country, friendly locals, easy grocery shopping, and the 
weather. Oh dear! the weather in Xanadu is 73 Fahrenheit 
all the time. a great place to be when dealing with our 
poisonal devils.

it is very dangerous to live in Xanadu if your poisonal life
is not keeping up with what is available out there.

not easy to live in NYC or Paris without a better than
average despair coefficient. imagine the alienation of 
being alone in such a place.

still and all one could be living in the ninth arrondissement
surrounded by minorities and dog shit but go down the
street and stand on a blvd and look towards the west
and see the architecture receding into the haze and feel
oneself lifted up by its majesty out of one's poisonal funk 
for a moment into pure transcendance of self .

that can also be managed in the country with a natural
landscape which will lift you up likewise. trouble with
the country lifting, it soon reduces itself to the inanity
of rural life, to use Marx's phrase and you're back in
your poisonal funk maybe even worse than in the city.

Mike (childless)