While history professors tell us it takes forever for empires to crumble that doesn’t mean some places may crumble a bit faster than others. That’s what i’m thinking about while my clothes go round and round in the washing machine at the campground.

Oh, this is my new office.

So, the perennial question is “where is it better to be: in a city or out in the boonies?”

Without fail i keep coming to the conclusion that it is better to live in a city (a real city, not Boise, not Ashland, hardly Portland). Real cities are increasingly scarce in North America. A short list of real cities might include New York, San Francisco, Rome, Paris, Moscow, Madrid, Tokyo… etc.

Think about it. If the shit comes down, and by that i mean continued economic faltering combined with increased socioeconomic stratification, continuous war (against some shadowy enemy), the inexorable march toward the end of fossil fuels, the increasing decline of species and habitat, the decline of reason and the rise of extremism, where is it best to plant one’s flag?

This line of questioning leads me to the same conclusion every time; don’t sell the brooklyn condo… it will come in handy in as yet unforeseen ways.