I will try to not fret about the future. I will live by this Robert Frost poem instead:
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year.
Joining the likes of Lewis Mumford, Jane Jacobs, and William Whyte as a formally-uneducated, people-watching writer with something to say about urban planning and design.
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