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Every week during the Summer of 2012, Daniel would text me, “Let’s go into the city.” It was always spur of the moment.  Immediately, we would bike to the train station and wait for the soonest train. Once it arrived, we would sit down and begin to discuss almost everything, from poetry to politics. Yet, there were two things we never spoke of: the city and what we would do in it. We did not talk about the city because its diversity gave us a variety of topics to consider; it was the place where events occurred, without being an event itself. Furthermore, we never proposed an activity because it would ruin the spontaneity we sought.

In my opinion, the phrase “Let’s go into the city,” is significant. Just this morning at breakfast, my friend said the same words to me. I immediately agreed. But, if my friend or Daniel recommended that we got to Safeway, I would probably say, “OK! Why?” Going to the city (unlike driving to Safeway) does not need an explanation or a plan: two things that have very different implications. The idea of “the city” alone appeals to us so we never need a reason to go. Simultaneously, the security that a plan gave us seemed unnecessary; the thought of “the city” is a fun and innocuous one. 

My avatar is not very interesting; it is just a picture of yourstruly in my dorm room. However, I will use this paragraph to explain my username. By no means do I liken myself to either a missile or an axe. On the contrary, I am very much so a pacifist. I did not choose Tomahawk because of its colloquial meaning, but its significance to me. Tomahawk is a combination of my middle and last name (Tamiko and Hawkinson), and I have used it for various laser tag games and blog usernames since I was eight.