That cube illustrates something I’ve been thinking about for a while. I read one time that traffic engineers have a term for patterns where there is very slow traffic and very fast traffic. They call it “friction”. I think of this when I drive to work at 6:00 in the morning through downtown and see “zombies” roaming the streets. A half block down the road I’ll see a yuppie out for thier morning jog. The contrasts could not be any more different. Every time I see this I think, “one day this will not end well”. “Friction” is what this looks like to me.
Unfortunately moving, for a variety of reasons, is not an option for me. I am well armed any time I leave my house, and I am prepped about as well as I can be for my situation.
I’ve told you before but I’ll tell you again, I really enjoyed your books.
I hope it works out for you, that is, when push comes to shove, the good folks will band together and hammer the bad folks down hard, to the point where they are not so bold.