Don't live there? Minister there.

Suburbs built for two adults and two cars, where nearly half the families with children run on one of each.

One worker in six here manages something for a living, and they manage everything else the same way.

The lease, the job, the city: all of it can be undone within a year. Nobody has a claim on anybody.

Almost nobody arrives and almost nobody leaves, so whatever you were known for at nineteen is still what you are known for.

The highest incomes of the thirty, and a life so padded that almost nothing anybody does here has a consequence.

Identical houses on the same street. One was paid off in 2004. One costs more than half of what comes in.

Nothing here is going wrong, which is exactly why nobody has come.

Households that did everything they were told to do, finished, and are not sure what the next part is.