Same As It Always Is
Clearly its going to take more time. Two and a half weeks back in San Francisco, and Europe has never felt closer. By the time we leave, we’ll probably have come to realize that we are indeed here, not in London or Milan. One thing is certain. The amount of moving we’ve done these last ten months has had the curious consequence of making things seem more similar, wherever we are, than it makes them feel different.
For example, this picture, shot in London’s Pimlico tube station in March, has an explicitly American feel to it. Perhaps its because I had never seen such examples of poverty until I began running into homeless persons living in New York’s subways in the early ’80s. Fresh off the boat from the United Kingdom, it was an entirely foreign sight to twelve-year-old me, one that immediately clinched the distinctions between the two countries.