Most weekends, when the sun is just high enough, and the leaves rustle gently in the breeze, my neighbors play the most beautiful music I've ever scrambled eggs to.
I don't want to know who my neighbors are, and I especially don't want them to know that I'm listening to their heavenly chord experimentations. I want us to coexist at a peaceful emotional distance while spatially close. You guys can do your own thing to your heart's content, and I'll do mine. It just so happens that in a place like Brooklyn, statistically, each person's own thing has a greater likelihood to be incredible.
In the event of a emergency, like a fire or the lack of a cup of sugar, I'd lend my neighbor a hand, and I believe they'd do the same for me. The fact that neighbors in a big city can't deploy high hedges or large plots to divide each others' boundaries lends itself to a mutually-reinforced emotional distance. I LOVE IT.
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