The mood on major streets can suggest a type of horror, and people try to not notice. I wish I understood this better, but it is beyond me. It is like an urban flu that sits there day after day. The resteruant is the place to find freedom from this impossible horror. Thousands of dollars down the digestive track, eh?
an extreme example is while walking on a sidewalk your feet pound on something. On the binary there is no sidewalk and you are basically nowhere with pretty much nothing. Huh?
1. I figured out the feeling of having many hours alive is false if we falsely perceive time. Time is going faster than I think it is. I...
