I saw somebody peeing in Jermyn Street the other day. I thought is this the end of civilization as we know it? or is it simply somebody peeing in Jermyn Street?
Life in the U-district is no different than life near any other university, and its base character drowns out all of the subtle differences between this city and any other, leaving only the mildness of the weather. Numbingly loud music of poor manufacture, questionable matter among the Budweiser-brown bottle shards in the gutter, interminable sequences of beery belches emanating from the floor above me. Only one difference, but the only difference that can, ah, make any difference. Whereas elsewhere all of these behaviors lay atop a reality in the desperate attempt to conceal it, here honesty lay atop the baseness: we are exactly who we appear to be.