Babies and NYC.
Before we visited friends in Manhattan my California brain thought of the boroughs in West Coast scale, everything spread out over miles. In reality, they're stuffed together like books on a shelf - crossing the street takes you from Soho to Greenwich Village, and exotic, far off destinations like the Lower East Side are a short walk from anywhere.
Babies exhibit the same disparity in scale.
Pre-Fuss, the stage where they're tiny and helpless and you had to feed them and carry them everywhere seemed like it would be eternal. In reality, it's gone in the gritty blink of a sleep-deprived eye. And you think when they start walking they'll just sort of toddle around slowly exploring their space with caution and wonderment- and perhaps some do. But compared to Fuss those babies are classic Romero zombies, shambling and groaning, whereas he's more of a Zack Snyder remake for Generation ADD.
It all zips by much faster than you expected.
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