My curious trip around the state of New York has delivered me from the eternal queues of Manhatten (with the most unpredictable billing system) to the cold emptyness of the north: grey skies, drammatic rain and ceaseless shopping opportunities in faceless disposable malls.
Coming from a small town in southern Europe where choice is defined not so much by asiles wide enough to drive an electric shopping trolly down, rather by the option of buying one carrot rather than a kilo, one decent small coffee rather than a bucket of hot flavoured milk. Undersize me please. Quantity is most definitely not quality. Variety does not necessarily increase choice.
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