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Took a strange trip around the bay area last night. I watched as one town merged into another all along the east bay, down to the south bay, and back up the peninsula. I'd tell my friend that I could not believe we had not passed that intersection before or those houses only a few minutes ago. I couldn't help but feel incredibly worn out and depressed by the sights. I would have hated to have grown up in these places.

These's towns, these neighborhoods, they're all across the country. Concrete and strategically placed plant life. Lifeless and unnatural. All the conveniences in the world around you and yet all together unsatisfying.

Something occurred to me last night which I hadn't given much thought before. I'm a recluse, there's no denying that. So it's strange that I should prefer to be alone in a city with people crammed next to and on top of each other rather than in the spread out expanses of the suburbs. There must be some kind of comfort in it. Even if I don't know the people, maybe we're all drawn to certain places for reasons that parallel one another. Ideals apart from the status quo? Life in the big city, maybe so.