Thursday, December 31, 2020

Chapter 1: Section 2: Page 10: Line 4 (109)

 Beneath the rubbernecking Chums of Chance wheeled streets and alleyways in a Cartesian grid, sketched in sepia, mile on mile.

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Can you get a better mental image than this in such succinct language? Basically, the kids are looking down at an old map of Chicago. But it also evokes how gray the entire place is. Four lines into the second section and I'm fucking depressed. But at least the Chums are excited! So much to look at! And that's just the terrible, disgusting, poverty-filled streets of Chicago! Wait until they get to the World's Fair and they get to see some beautiful things!

I've always thought of American cities as Cartesian grids and European cities as random fucking scribbles. But I never really thought about East Coast cities much. Some of the older ones are probably labyrinths, right?!

I grew up in California so the amount I know about the East Coast is less than the amount I know about everything else which is almost nothing. But I know all about surfing!

That's not true. I spent all of my youth playing Warhammer.

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