It's possible for people to live together, yet not live together. Huh? Look at these houses. They last played in harmony when the builder found buyers in the late 1800s. Do you think the owners speak-friendly?
Why aren't cultures always wobbling apart the way these people, who live right next door (same demographics, same wash of daily news, sports and climactic caprice) the way these people wobble away. It's as if society tries to stick the wrong ends of a whole bunch of tiny magnetic bars together. And they keep popping apart in their storm-windowed, cement-colored, down-spouted, weird-wired, sidewall-painted passions. People can live together without becoming neighbors. Maybe these greens and reds are the pulse beat of the city? Or are they the dissonant notes of urban jazz?