Sure, it sounds weird to talk about “sticky” streets. The mind kind of wanders naturally to chewing gum under the sole or bipeds calf-deep into tar, sort of like what happens at the beginning of Tintin’s L’étoile mysterieuse.
But no. Sticky streets just mean that instead of focusing so much on moving people as quickly as possible along a particular artery, we deliberately build streets (not all streets, just the best ones for this purpose) so people are encourage to dawdle, linger, sit down, relax, and just basically stick around.
We’ve gotten obsessed with speed in the last few decades. Everywhere you go you’re hurried along (except, I suppose, in the security line at the airport). As though the point of life was to get to where we’re going as quickly as possible.
Humans aren’t meant for that. We’re social animals and need constant contact with our fellows, even if it’s just sharing a park bench and a few pleasantries about the weather. We feel better when we slow down, look around, notice the blades of grass growing in the concrete cracks and the way the sun reflects on wet petals.
We’re meant to breathe and stand tall. Not hurry along hunched over a phone. Sticky streets make us slow down, pause, appreciate what’s around us, discover new things.
So yeah. Make some streets sticky. And watch people grow into happier beings.