Since this blog is supposed to feature New York, I'm posting a photo from last week from my intrepid trip into Times Square, the Tourist Vortex. (Does that facade scream 'Wash me, or what??')
I'm presently in LA, and this morning I stepped out of the car into the extremely bright and overbearing sunshine.
'My god, it is waaaay too bright here,' I said to my cousin. 'I just want to crawl into a dark hole.'
'Ah, the concrete jungle of the City,' he said.
You can get ill from getting too little sun. Is there something unhealthy about getting too much? I feel almost sickened by it. It's not sun stroke, but an uneasy claustrophobia, like 'Get me away from this place before my brain turns to mush.'
Speaking of mush, I hate to generalize, but I have to wonder whether another difference between New York and LA has to do with our opposing attitudes toward celebrity.
In LA, many people want to be celebrities, while in New York, celebrities walk about with the rest of us. We New Yorkers don't want to be one of them, we want to be the celebrity's neighbor. We want to live alongside whoever it is and lower them to our level.
It's just my theory. Perhaps I'm generalizing and making grand claims.
If so, I can always blame it on the sunshine.
Above photo showing the hills around Los Angeles.