The land of fruit and honeys

by Jackson

Things I have learned from going to Miami:

Miami is great. It is the most super­fi­cial, do-nothing city in the US, at least parts that I have vis­ited. It’s awe­some. There is absolutely noth­ing to care about in the least. All there is to do is sit on the sand and drink insanely large rum-based drinks. The city lives up to its Sodom rep­u­ta­tion, how­ever, watch­ing peo­ple have sex on the beach is way more bor­ing than you’d assume.

My sus­pi­cion is that Miami isn’t really an Amer­i­can city at all. It’s actu­ally a caribean city dressed up in fab­u­lous Art Deco. I have this vaguely famil­iar feel­ing, the tempo is a dis­tant reminder of the fre­netic energy of Peru. It’s a hot city, except the sex­i­ness is com­mod­i­fied and con­cen­trated into shop­ping dis­tricts in a typ­i­cally Amer­i­can way. Maybe it is an Amer­i­can city after all.

Every­thing that Will Smith said is true: