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when you
live in a boom
town that is
constantly plowing itself under, any travel
to the
periphery is like going back in time. this
scene at a
consignment
art gallery in kent reminded me of
what
seattle was like 20 years
ago--affordable retail space,
complimentary snacks and beverages, and a
distinctly
burning man vibe of drums, firedancing, and
a largely
high-tech neo-pagan folk art aesthetic. the
mood was
also somehow more relaxed. seattle's rapidly
getting
richer and blander, but what's most
disconcerting is
how the sense of it as a continuous place is
constantly
eroding. oh well, i'll spare you my
colonialist tears.
this entire region was irrevocably
changed 200
years ago, and it is
bound to become even more
unrecognizable by and by. |
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