The magic of the big city

Why do New York, Paris, or Tokyo
sound so much better than Aberdeen?

Maybe because they are easier to pronounce
since they have two syllables
as opposed to three in the latter.

Or perhaps I’m just an insecure snob straight from the boonies
who can’t appreciate the cosiness of Granite City.
But I actually like the greyness of granite—it’s soothing—so it can’t be that.
And Aberdeen is still quite big compared to Stonehaven,
let alone Cookney.

Then what is so special about the first three?

First of all, they are not places—they’re ideas,
each with its own altar and apostles,
not to mention extensive iconography.

The power of large numbers could also play a role here.
After all, there are just way more opportunities over there.
You can’t argue with that.

And there is also a desire to belong
that is inherently at odds with that selfish individualism of ours.
What’s simpler than convincing ourselves
that, in such a magical place, we will be part of something bigger
while still minding our own business?

To be the last

They never asked to be the last living person
to witness what happened, or maybe just visit
or see the Twin Towers in person, even if only from afar,
and perhaps would prefer to remain in the shadows,
away from the uninvited attention of politicians and the media,
but one day, there will be someone like that, for sure.

One day, even New Yorkers will think of 9/11
no more than we think of Verdun or the Somme,
and eventually, there will be only a handful of experts,
like with the Achaemenid destruction of Athens.

For now, while the scars are still fresh,
let’s try to avoid the mistakes of a hundred years ago.

Remember, the Great War was to be the last.