Stress hurts the individual, endangers the health of them. Bad for those with whom those individuals come into contact. Everyone gets stressed. Contagious, like other stuff.
For the city though, it can’t get enough, stress. Like petrol, makes the individual rev. A bunch of revheads can make an organisation sing, make a city sing.
Stress empowers striving, reaching, pushing to attain the impossible dream.
Actually, we’re coming to the end of this 200 year experiment. It’s too hard. Achievements don’t stick for long. The sparkle tarnishes fast.
Everything in town is a tip in waiting.
Stressjustmakesamess.