This Modern Living.
I could stay in this house for weeks and no one would knock on my door unless I’m expecting them.
Sometimes when I hear someone knocking, I’m genuinely surprised. Other times, people have knocked and left because they didn’t get a response.
Truth is, it wasn’t on purpose. I either didn’t hear them or I heard and thought it was on someone else’s door.
And as much as I love the privacy this way of living affords me, a part of me feels like this is a dangerous way to live.
I’ve heard stories of people who’ve died and left rotting in their houses unbeknownst to their neighbours.
Back in the day, people would sit outside their houses in the evenings with their friends and neighbours hashing out how their day went, laughing, chatting and catching up.
Nowadays, our apartment windows are so tiny, it sounds idealistic having a backyard or even front porches/verandahs where people can come outside to sit and say hi to their neighbours.
Maybe we should blame it on the stress that comes with city life.
Or maybe we should blame it on fucked up housing and badly designed buildings.
Or maybe we should blame it on ourselves.
We claim to have left the village for the city in search of a better life.
However, it seems we instead left our humanity and community behind.
It’s fucked up, this modern living.