a piece of mind on gentrification

Mind the gap, they say. Mind the gap.

The wider the pavement, the bigger the gap. And then we fall.

We fall.

Sometimes, never to get back up.

The countrysides almost emptied out. As they did, they closed the train station. How will people get out of their villages? Pay the gas pedal,

I suppose.

No wonder there are revolutions. Inequality sees all.

City lights are very alluring. I am a city girl. But the rent is ruining the pocketbook. How do you calculate what goes on the stove and what goes out through the window? Money doesn’t grow on trees, we learned as children. Then why is the economy full of debt? (The economic model is founded on the principle of debt.) Why do men make up the workplace majority? (Because somehow they never learned how to make room for others. Their education was sparse.) Why does a minority of people have the reins on business and finances? (And why do they have to be a system, which encourages anarchy? ‘Tis not good for stability.)

The building I grew up in is caving in. Slowly. Ever so slowly. The plumbing is decaying, a pipe dream of old moss and running water, sometimes not running. But no renovations. And yet the rent rises, year in, year out.

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Graffiti, a public political and social statement. Crowded on the wall. Paris, March 2019 ©le_chah_errant

New neighbors who complain to the police about some minor detail. Building is now under surveillance. The local supermarket closed down. Where should we buy the groceries now?

The espresso there is 2.50€. The espresso over there is 2.80€. The one here: 1.80€. How did they calculate this? Must be the menu. Or must be the label “bio c’est bon”. Or perhaps “certified organic”. Perhaps, it is the neighborhood. What fine houses are around here.

Big business. 1%. Men in suits. Every one racing toward the exit. All without thought. One thought. Money. Rare. Clean. Vièrge. New. Second degree life not allowed. Old, ancient grazed into oblivion. Sky-high precocity. Risk. We live in risk. We live in instability. Held up by the credit. Held up by debt. Why be prosperous when we can live in debt?

I wonder…

Gentrification.

That’s why.

Mind the gap.

Mind

the

gap.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Angelilie says:

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    1. beachah says:

      Merci! C’est gentil de votre part et je suis contente que vous aimez. J’essaie de faire plus en français mais des fois ça ne marche pas. Merci pour votre visite.

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