Friday, October 18, 2013

To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.

To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you, 
To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you, 
I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you, 
In a room with a window in the corner I found truth. 

In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more, 
As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor, 
And with cold streel, odour on their bodies mad a move to connect, 
But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left. 

I did everything, everything I wanted to, 
I let them use you for their own ends, 
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you. 
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.

-Shadowplay, Joy Division, Ian Curtis

Every time I am in a major city whether it be back East, up in the Midwest, down South or on the West Coast, this song pops into my head. It relates to the sense of barrenness that fills me in these places. Places where adults never grow up and the perpetual adolescents only coalesce around their hatred for families and the children that they have.

City Journal - The Childless City, It’s hip, it’s entertaining—but where are the families?

Ultimately, everything boils down to what purpose a city should serve. History has shown that rapid declines in childbearing—whether in ancient Rome, seventeenth-century Venice, or modern-day Tokyo—correlate with an erosion of cultural and economic vitality. The post-family city appeals only to a certain segment of the population, one that, however affluent, cannot ensure a prosperous future on its own.

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