Today, our perception of the city swings between extremes: retreating into the bedroom or leaping, via phone, into distant worlds. The space between—the neighborhood—fades into a blur, too familiar to inspire reflection. While the internet promises a vast public sphere, it collapses into the scale of a private home, an illusion stretched thin. This disappearance is psychological, not physical: we neglect what’s near, investing passion in unreachable places, trading sustained connection for fleeting satisfaction, and leaving indifference as the quiet default.