On the precipice of producing more than traffic

Cities. What is your favourite city? I see that question often in the Times, they do a travel column where they have a Q&A with a celeb about the places they have been. They always ask what is your favourite city and the most common answer is New York. I wonder how many people have been to every single city in the world. More than that I wonder, are any different, a city is a city is a city and they are all the same. Too many people, and too much traffic.

Everyone in the city is busy, so busy creating traffic, causing traffic, being traffic, trying to get out of traffic. Where are we all going, crawling along bumper to bumper? What are we doing? Why are we so busy? This system does not get us out of here, it just keeps us here, in traffic, making traffic.

Cities are made up of treadmills, people running and running nowhere. Closed in our boxes we call home, walking the pets we confined with us. Walking around the block and walking nowhere.

Cities are made up of trash, besides the traffic we manufacture pollution, endless amounts of stuff to throw away as if away is a place, perhaps it is somewhere alongside the traffic.

Could we make more than traffic? Is there a way to stop making trash? Is it possible to produce something else? Is there anywhere to go but on a treadmill? Is it possible to stop the traffic, to not be the traffic because at the end of the day you are not stuck in traffic, you are traffic?