Trip to the Suburban Ecosystem: A Vision of Sameness
Looking out the small window of the 737 as it flew into San Jose Airport I saw one thing: Sameness.
Miles and miles of sameness. It was as if someone took a house-shaped cookie cutter and laid out millions of identical little houses on cookie sheets made of grass, bordered by roads of concrete and asphalt. Hundreds of thousands of cars zoomed in between the green blocks of sameness.
But, wait! There's more...