App: 12.14.13



# 2065

One thing a huge recession will do—
suburbs grow more provincial, self-
contained— no fluidity between us
and the city, with its concrete, grey
degeneracies. Conshohocken has its
own rhythms now: furtive, tentative,
towards an individual, non-subordinate
identity. As I notice we’re all becoming
“regulars” in some places, possibilities
arise of huddling together for warmth,
against martyred goombas, soulless
media. Painfully, slow roots will spring.