Passages

It was late. So late, in fact, that the late bus was further away temporally than the early bus. This presented a dilemma: patiently traverse the distance between late and early, or walk home

As he walked, he noticed that the buildings looked different in the absence of people. It was as if the architecture could speak freely, its design and intentions laid bare. The intention of this particular neighborhood was clear as day – it was the embodiment of a socially engineered dream, the different parts fulfilling different specified functions. There was an order to it, as predetermined as the bus timetable whose beginnings and ends he was now keenly aware of

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