The town and the city
When you go from the small town to the city, from the town where no one particularly bothers or cares one way or the other, where the people just do what they do and get on with doing it, always within the confines of what they have in this small town -- usually not that much by our city standards, but enough for them in a way -- then you pick up first on the girls in this city and what they wear and how they make themselves up to match the city which is big and has all kinds of fast things in it and the girls have to match the city or the city will look down on them or pity them. The city is a bubble holding all these concerns which are unaware of that other town you just came from, where not much happens, where the people don’t have all that much, but they don’t particularly care either way. They are not in misery. The girls are the litmus.
The city has no concern for you or the girls. It knows no bounds and will take you where it pleases. You’re not safe in the city but that’s not to say you’re in danger. It’s to say that it won’t look after you; it won’t neglect you but it will pay you no heed. The town is different because it’s made by the people, made up of them. The city has long since had its own blood.