Random shit I wanted to post that has no feasible connection whatsoever to any definition of "rawness"
You know what I love about living in the city?
I'm sitting in my office, working. It's noon-ish on a Saturday. And I just heard someone else's microwave "ding." Not mine. The girl's upstairs. That's how close we live to one another, on top of and around each other. I can know that the girl upstairs' microwave noodles are done.
Say what you want about urbanity being isolating and anonymous, but it's damn intimate, as far as I'm concerned.