There's a brick wall that I walk by all the time and often have one or two thoughts about. Its method of construction or some such has affected the way that it has stood over the last two hundred years, and one gets a certain disorientation when walking alongside it because it has an obvious tilt and bending. Yesterday, on an almost rainy time, there were few people walking about- I, of course, never caring about the weather a la Bloch, an exception- and I thought of how lonely this wall seemed.
Then, I thought about the sheer intense isolation of the city life and of probably about fifteen years of built up desire to leave the city once and for all. But, will the non-city life (I cannot call it the country where I am thinking of going, whether real or imagined) be any different in terms of anomie and anonymity?
Time will tell, or won't it?
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