The grass is not greener on the other side. Because London needs affordable homes, the whole country needs affordable homes, and so they are building on the grass. There is no grass. There is no green.
So you can look over, sure, take a look. Look at those people, looking back. It’s a look off. But we’re not really looking.
Not really. We are seeing but not looking. There is a difference.
When you see, you are in 2D, you are not paying attention, your brain is doing all the work for you. It’s projecting an image.
When you look, well, now you’re talking… Looking. You search when you look, you scan and you assess. You don’t see for a job, see for a girlfriend, see for a new house. You look.
So their life seems jolly lovely. Jolly splendid. Covered in chocolate and strawberries. Yum, give me some of that party.
But really, no. It isn’t like that. It’s as shit as it is here.
The grass is not greener on the other side. It’s not green. There is no grass. On either side.
But you know what? I don’t think much of grass anyhow. I can be happy, here. On my side. In my grayness. In my brown. In my black.
I don’t need to see them. To look at them. I don’t need green, to be green, to envy.
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