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Because of my fractured arm, when I'm upset I cant go for a drive and therefore have to walk off whatever it is. I walked around the suburbs round here for about 2 hours on sunday last week. The croaking frogs were my constant friend with the occaisional zooming car and pedestrian, worried that I was very small, lethal attacker. Walking round really entwined me with the rest of the city. And yet the increasing closeness I felt with my metropolis was polarised by the incredible separateness of everyone in it. I felt like Elliot, peeking in windows and imagining all the lives, all the stresses and thousands and thousands of separate thoughts floating off into the ether.