In the City, Life even allows – nay provides – systems that apparently try to tell you “how to cope,” whilst up on the hillside in the Revolutionist camp, they’re being told you don’t HAVE to cope.
When you get right down to the “Nitty Gritty” in the City, you’re inclined to run into just more, “Nitty Gritty.”
Under ordinary conditions, the “morality of the moment” helps define the moment.
(P.S.: Also stabilizes the verbal picture needed to camouflage operational uncertainty.)
One subversive treatment for damn near everything is irritation.
If words can adversely affect your Primary operations, you’re indeed a
“True child of the City.”
The home is dead.
Long live the home.)