You have to be comfortable with constant voyeurism and exhibitionism (in the non-sexual sense, as far as I've experienced it) to live in this city. You're the audience and the act, from the second you leave your apartment, whether you like it or not.
It sort of makes me miss my car. I hate to say it. In your car you can be the voyeur, even if it's on a more macroscopic level--you can't observe the nuances of strangers or read over their shoulders--but you can see more of the world, and for the most part (I mean, the car next to you will spy your nose-picking at a stoplight), you don't have to pay the price of being on display. No one is staring at me if I've had a bad day and I don't feel like sharing 9 cubic feet of space with 2 strangers.
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