City Lights in the Age of the Kafkaesque
Downtown at night.— I do not want what they are drinking. I do not want to hear what they are saying. I am repulsed by the thought of what they are thinking. My mind blacks out at the general noise, the mindlessly giddy laughter, the time-killing and cocksure banter, the publicly displayed “intimacies,” and the roiling sea of unmemorable faces in the artificial...