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aimless wander - by jaron - the way home

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I miss walking everywhere. Where I live, daily commutes are performed exclusively in isolation: grey rumbling machines that hop through traffic like salmon, avoiding the jutting steel and three-second promontories created by the stop of a public bus or the yellow arms akimbo of rear hazard lights. To go far in my city traveling exclusively on foot is not only inefficient, it is nearly impossible — many streets lack the bare-minimum infrastructure of sidewalks and pavements, dedicated crosswalks that get you from place to place.

I miss walking everywhere. Where I live, daily commutes are performed exclusively in isolation: grey rumbling machines that hop through traffic like salmon, avoiding the jutting steel and three-second promontories created by the stop of a public bus or the yellow arms akimbo of rear hazard lights. To go far in my city traveling exclusively on foot is not only inefficient, it is nearly impossible — many streets lack the bare-minimum infrastructure of sidewalks and pavements, dedicated crosswalks that get you from place to place. When I travel to other locations, I often find two things in…

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