The only Third Place I ever encounter where anyone knows me and speaks to me is the drive-up drink stand where we go to get fountain Cokes every day. Things are pretty anonymous everywhere else.
Lamenting the loss of the the "third space", the rest of the world where we build community, see neighbors, and interact IRL.
The act of turning grocery shopping into an occupation threatens something larger — we are losing a way to bridge differences in a world already collapsing from its stratification.
The only Third Place I ever encounter where anyone knows me and speaks to me is the drive-up drink stand where we go to get fountain Cokes every day. Things are pretty anonymous everywhere else.
Lamenting the loss of the the "third space", the rest of the world where we build community, see neighbors, and interact IRL.