I grew up in NY and need to take an epipen with me when I visit the big apple;
so much of everything, every is here and now and right now and is happening – the latest glatt kosher Iraqi food with a touch of portugese, the latest frum fashion that no one will even suspect you’re keeping all the rules of tzinius, the latest hock, latest gadgets that will put four million shiurim in the memory of your lexus that you will never listen to because you’re too busy fiddling with it ,trying to get your bluetooth to pick wifi…fast, fast, fast, move, move , move, cause if you don’t you’ll suddenly be weak, like, last week…Chani’s, Rivki’s , Bruchi’s, Shvigger’s, Esti’s, clothing boutique for those who the lifestyles of the rich & yeshivish…bang bang bang, like the endless rhythme of an edgar allan poe solliquiy, a never ending cacophony of the latest newest and best, of quantity and quantity, more and more and more and more…move move move…you don’t count if you have six beepers, a blackberry , a treo and iphone, all of course with mincha and zmanim…I felt like – that because everywhere was here, I was nowhere…
I guess that’s what people like about it.
I like things that run deep, not things that overflow. Things that are, not things that are trying to be.