there is something about walking unfamiliar streets that is liberating. no one is watching to tell your parents what you've been up to lately. no one cares if you're holding a book and a backpack or a drink and a cigarette. you're one of the many, and the "many" are all sizes, colors, categories, backgrounds, occupations, problems, hopes...every possible combination of person bustles around in coats and scarves. and it works. sometimes, it is nice to blend right in to the setting, to not be bothered with the responsibilities of everyday familiarity.
but then it is a wonderful thing to be known, and, in the end, anonymity is no comparison. yes, i do believe i am ready to go home.
Herodotus and Thucydides are calling my name...but Sleep calls MUCH louder. and so i shall go...
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