One decides nothing, this much is understood. Decisions are irrelevant and sheer will only makes for a romantic tale, silly at last.
There are places where things are happening. Nobody invents. When Ethan came up with weird noises the youth called it "the new Joy Division". John also admittedly had a profound influence from the mainstream. Influence from the past, influence to the future. There's a degree of familiarity. A faint reminder of home. But home is where the heart is and broken hearts are homeless; everything has the potential to become home. The result of that potential is determined by location.
Positioning is only physical. Routine is everybody's compass. Time is pro-hierarchy. Time is an ally. It lets the older die and the young bloom. Every little thing has to die. Everybody needs to get replaced. Replacement is an organic process, no will involved, no decision taken. It is dull. It never matters "who" get's replaced. It doesn't matter which little girl is picked as the next Disney star. Nobody cares which. Not even those who decide. And there are places with less "demand"; all follows Pareto. Ultimately, nobody cares. Evolution is right when nobody cares.
