I wonder if there is an erosion of ourselves by the environment of our daily cocoon, I was thinking about this on my normal drive to work today, outside of the road rage from drivers with no clue, or perpetual construction that seems to never get done (or make any logical sense), I mean from a sheer aesthetic value point of view. Sure, the difference between summer and winter is stark from naked trees to glorious greens- but beyond that, the drab concrete slabs – the dividers between the highways, the utilitarian notion of all the infrastructure rather than even a modicum of utopian flair, does this drab physical demeanor wear on you? on your psyche? Does ugliness beget ugliness, does beauty beget beauty in thought? driving up these unnatural asphalt peaks and ways, a menacing cloud seems like a clawed hand grasping out over the visage of the NYC skyline, sometimes there is an orange glow like some post apocalyptic scene, just the look makes my lungs cringe, like the recent invasion of smoke from the northern canadian fires, sure, there are days when the blue sky beams and the sun makes you forget about the concrete mess you are closest too… but mostly, and on many days, the drab is the norm, an uninspired mass of tar, grey, rust, chipped edifices that crack from the roiling of the seasons and pounding of the traffic – both cars and trucks, the never ending pounding, the gravitational stress, does that permutate the whole of these inanimate objects and reflect back into our collective? I think it certainly is part of the ingredients that bake our daily cake… but what to do? I suppose now, there is not much, try to enjoy some music or something else to tacitly evade the dull drabness of the thing, maybe one day, our car windows will be a bit of virtual reality… transforming our visual into a veritable wonka land of wonder, or at the very least something more pleasing to the eye – and the mind.