ten minutes out on Flickr.
Suburbs are not really a thing in East Asia. Where the city ends, the country begins. It’s a bit jarring for the modern North American who is used to endless developments and prefab housing acting as a buffer between the city folk and the people who grow their food. What you could call a suburb in Japan, like Miyakonojo, is more an extension of the city where there are fewer tall buildings. But in a small city like Miyakonojo, tall buildings are the exception to begin with so definitions get fuzzy.
After years of city living, I’ve grown to dislike suburbs. Suburbs are where the soul goes to die. Nothing but people eating, sleeping, and shitting in the few hours they have before they get back into their cars to sit in traffic for hours to their jobs in the city. I’m not particularly fond of cars. They can be convenient, but give me a good public transportation system any day. Especially one that services the country. Yeah, those platforms tend to be mostly unused and unprofitable, but that’s the thing about public services: They’re not supposed to be subject to the greed of the wealthy. They’re for the good of all, even the people who use it the least. And yet here we are: Nothing for no one who isn’t in charge.
Ah well, all dying cultures let their Haves pillage and loot their Have-Nots under the illusion the Haves will give it back somehow. Ours is not exempt from this.