Why I Love America

America is just a dream, it does not actually exist. It is the hopes and imagination of each of us, it is the prettiest thing. There is no real America; even the real one is clothed in cyber-reality and entertainment television shows. Americans dream of capital gains and faraway vacations from their suburban homes. Yet America makes the prettiest dreams, of cowboys and endless landscapes; of rugged hills in the dry desert and beautiful forest with leaves that reflect the autumn colors.

America is New York with millions of people from all over the world running for business at a frenetic pace; Blacks, Whites, Latinos, Chinks and Indians all living side by side madly pursuing the unattainable, indefinable American dream; silver glittery rockets, million dollar cars in endless driveways, sexy babes at discos and poor to riches in a matter of days.

America, always more America, on the television it's talk shows and fake reality. On the radio all I hear is that sweet American music, of country alt-disco. In the subway people wear American Apparel and give me sweet looks of boredom. I fall asleep and see open fields with cowboys and Indians sitting on horses chasing each other. In the hallways of universities all I hear is American talk of science and technology, of arts and philosophy. In Chinese factories, or Russian gulags, people dream of American freedom, American riches, and the American life. Wild dears dream of American forest and hunters dream of American wild dear. My mind is set on leaving America, but wherever I go, I'm beset by extreme Americana.

Florida beaches and Texas hoodlums, west coast hippies and east coast hipsters, Mid-land simple folks and Salt Lake religious, Georgia blackness and New Mexico Mexicans, down south Cajun. Cars, big cars, SUVs, Hummers, Pick-up trucks, convertibles, Gm, Ford, Oldsmobile, second hand, this years model, black, white, grey, red, cars. Toaster ovens, Chinese dry cleaners, dishwashers, vacuum cleaners, washing machines, all kinds of home appliances.

America is comfort, America is waste, America is beautiful, America is evil, America is Free, America is imperial, America is yours, America is closed, America is a dream of sweat and blood mixed with prairie land and mountains. America is the cold white beaches of Alaska, America is the vast empty Arizona desert, America is the endless drive on highway 66, America is the mountains of northern Oregon, America is the salmon rivers of Maine, America is the bustling nightlife of New-York city, America is the casinos of Atlantic city, America is the Dallas suburbs, the Chicago buildings, the Hollywood stars, Detroit techno and Indianapolis, Louisiana.

America is a fat man in a drive-thru, the great lakes, the plantation houses, the coal mines of Virginia, the Pittsburgh steel mills, the New-York Yankees, Micheal Jordan, the anti-establishment and the establishment. America is unavoidable, it is giant, it is there, it is in my head, it is in your head, it is everywhere, it is the world.