death in the time of suburbia

Suburbia —

it really pushes you over the edge

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“Giant houses on tiny little lots, land cleared entirely while surrounded by trees. The land used to be a local farm, usurped by a developer. One of the three that have conquered this town. The family tricked into the low price for the bundled land. The juxtaposition feels like gaudy, plastic flamingos sticking out from the lushness of a verdant forest.

Comical and sad all at once.”

That’s what growing up here felt like.

Smelling something no one else could.

Rancid covered up with peaches and apple pie.

Baseball mitts and maggots.

Leased Mercedes and mothballs.

No matter what you buy to cover it up, this place still smells like shit.