Es domāju šo, Karl Ove Knausgaard vārdiem. UK šis viss ir ļoti izteikti.

"Or was the revulsion I felt based on the sameness that was spreading through the world and making everything smaller?

If you traveled through Norway now you saw the same everywhere. The same roads, the same houses, the same gas stations, the same shops. As late as the sixties you could see how local culture changed as you drove through Gudbrandsdalen, for example, the strange black timber buildings, so pure and somber, which were now encapsulated as small museums in a culture that was no different from the one you had left or the one you were going to. And Europe, which was merging more and more into one large, homogeneous country. The same, the same, everywhere the same. Or was it perhaps that the light that illuminated the world and made everything comprehensible also drained it of meaning? Was it perhaps the forests that had vanished, the animal species that had become extinct, the ways of life that would never return?"

-Karl Ove Knausgaard

Paradoksāli, ka viņpus dzelzs priekškaram pēc idejas notika tas pats. Hruščovkas, tipveida projekti, kolhozi, no Varšavas līdz Vladivostokai.