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Sitting on the airport express, the train hardly makes a sound. We whiz by improbably tall towers while the on-board tv replays clips of business “commentary.” The question being discussed by the American hosts—why are startups so sexy? Can Microsoft compete with Facebook and Google at luring young graduates? Numbers flickers by on the screen like divinity readings. Crack bones over the fire, read the flickers of stock values rising and falling like an ever spinning roulette. I look out the window and wonder where I am.
It is quiet, clean, efficient. No one talks. This is the sound of modernity—sterility, anonymity. In the American subconscious, there is a romantic idea of making love in the backseat of a convertible. Can you imagine making love in this commuter train? If so, you might truly be a master of your surroundings.
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