"It may be that we have become so feckless as a people that we no longer care how things do work, but only what kind of quick, easy outer impression they give. If so, there is little hope for our cities or probably for much else in our society. But I do not think this is so."RIP Jane Jacobs, you're one of my heroes and will be missed.
In vaguely related news of another hero of mine, Jack Kerouac's house was recently sold to someone who "(isn't) familiar with the author". I've coincidentally been re-reading Jacobs lately. Maybe it's time to switch to Kerouac. From On the Road:
"I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"