There was no life there. There were only children and middle-aged people, all on a steady treadmill of routine and anxiety about routine, routine and anxiety about routine. There was no chance, no serendipity, no magical night, no arthouse movie theater, no youthful energy. There was no eating out after eight at night! How could there be serendipity if you were home by eight? What it does to the soul when you only see children and middle-aged people.
