Nashville

by jon suhr

I get a weird vibe from this city. It feels homely but uninviting — as if the hospitality, the comfort are meant only for those who call Nashville home. The city expects no outsiders; extensive preparations are made for homecomings and returns, but not for welcomes and introductions.

Nashville’s very clean. The eerie absence of graffiti, litter, homeless people makes me feel no more welcomed than put off. There’s no raw authenticity to the city. It’s just plain. Flat and plain. And boring.

Home for the assimilated, hostile for the acquainted.

But I’m enjoying myself here.

Nashville is a song waiting to be written.

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