“With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.”
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The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.
Everyone wishes that the man whom he fears would perish.
That fear first created the gods is perhaps as true as anything so brief could be on so great a subject.
I think we too often make choices based on the safety of cynicism, and what we're lead to is a life not fully lived. Cynicism is fear, and it's worse than fear - it's active disengagement.