Well, I have no little town blues, coming from the Big Smoke of Bangkok, but nevertheless, I went to New York for two weeks in April. New York is a big city of concrete. When I used the adjectives “big” and “concrete” (though “concrete”, in the sense of stuff what you use for pavements, is traditionally not an adjective), to describe it to my little brother, he rightfully pointed out that this was not a very illuminating or sufficient description. Like the boy who pointed out the emperor was wearing no clothes. Anyway, so, all the green is there in very specific, defined spaces - contained in small parks throughout the city, or trees set out in those square holes in the sidewalk, some planters with tulips and daffodils around. There's no grass nature strips, and
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