It was as sunny as your wildest dreams of southern California, and the houses were just as bland looking. But it was a real city: flat roofed houses with few dark windows placed high and very small. Very dark windows. My wife and I were were talking about moving here. And the question came up about air – there was no air outside, but air inside your house is a utility, like gas, metered.
I was all excited, I wanted to move there and we were basically making plans to do that. Although I didn't know the size of the city, it seemed to me to have been there a while. If you were to take a BART ride around the Bay Area you might get a feeling for what it was like. Or at least what the view was like. Although the train was nicer than a BART car.
Another strange after image of the dream was my hope that in the future the world would be a kind of socialist paradise, a Utopian dream. No, it too is a triumph of Capitalism. It's the same world stupid. It's just older. Dashed my hopes.Phil
