At Home I Feel Like a Tourist

When I leave my work for my family, and bring my family to a Sunday in the park, my leisure feels like work.

London Eye, Southbank, Lambeth, SE1

Not this mad conviction that I’m a stranger in my own home town, that at work I feel like a machine, that in the park I feel like an advertisement, that at home I feel like a tourist.

From Griel Marcus’ Lipstick Traces: A Secret History of the 20th Century (1989)

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