Conor Freisdorf has a great post here on the American Scene.
It made me miss New York (lately everything seems to make me miss New York). He describes a young man walking city streets, sometimes sober, often drunk, and listening to the Velvet Underground....eerily familiar.
In LA you shuttle from home to work, work to friends, friends to home, home to work...usually in cars, rarely (as compared to other cities) face-to-face with
"paths you might’ve taken were there only time to take them all. If only a man could live ten lives, you think to yourself, standing in autumn on an outdoor Brooklyn subway platform,"
I miss brushing shoulders with the rich or destitute or crazy or beautiful or plain all in the same morning, all in the same subway car.
New York exhausts you, its swiftness, its callousness. But in a way it keeps you young, slows time down, forces your mind to process millions of bits of flooding information.
Here your routine is cached, you can avoid new experiences ... brain unstimulated.
New York is cooler than LA.