Jeffrey St. Clair
Seattle Diary: It's a Gas, Gas, Gas
Seattle has always struck me as a suspiciously clean city, manifesting a tidiness that verges on the compulsive. It is the Singapore of the United States: spitpolished, glossy, and eerily beautiful. Indeed, there is, perhaps, no more scenic setting for a city set next to Elliot Bay on Puget Sound, with the serrated tips of the Olympic Mountains on the western skyline and, hulking over it all, the cool blue hump of Mt. Rainier.
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