Today I decided that I’d go for a walk around the block. However, I soon realized that I had forgotten one very minor detail: I no longer live in a place that has blocks. Silly me!
Here’s how my neighborhood looks:
I walk around my neighborhood and it takes forever to get to an intersection, much less a traffic light. And the streets are curved and you can forget about walking anywhere other than to your attractive neighbor’s bedroom. Our urban counterparts like to call this an environmental catastrophe because we can’t really do public transit so easily and we use tons of gas when others could walk.
But take a closer look at my little map there. It’s very green. Very very green. I don’t live in a forest, but I see trees and more trees no matter which window I look out of. I see friendly little squirrels running around, happy and playing and breathing much more comfortably than their cousins who live among the “environmentally conscious” urbanites.
You see, those trees create this nifty little chemical called oxygen. Maybe you’ve heard of it. Maybe your brain even uses it on occasion. Those trees also create something called clean spaces. (That’s not the technical term.) Those Asian megacities and a lot of other urban centers lack this… except for the occasional park. That means all of that urban pollution congregates on that nifty little city block you live on. And so you breathe it in and breathe it in as you search hopelessly for where you live because, after all, all those damn city blocks look alike. Especially in all that smog.
Or maybe you bought a gas mask to protect your lungs from your “healthy” environment.
Maybe you should also buy some green-tinted glasses to help your eyes. Did you know that the color assists with ocular health? Asphalt gray doesn’t work as well.
As for me, I’ll keep my sprawl. Give me a fuel efficient car and let me live free from the giant cloud of smoke that hovers over so many cities. Nature can regenerate itself if you don’t destroy it with your “pro-environmentalist” zoning claptrap.
(Seriously, give me a fuel efficient car. I gladly accept gifts.)