cities lies unchanging beyond beyond our windows, streets remain where they're at, as if it's their responsibility, obviously there are exceptions to this.
If you see a man hanged on a bridge, maybe you should take it easy, there might be a good reason that it's there, and if "there" points to lines of a Philip K. Dick story there definately must be a good reason somewhere where your eyes not touching.
"Everybody knows him now. Everybody who passed him on the street knows him. Everybody who went to the same schools, or even to different schools in different towns, knows him now. Ask them. But I knew him."
you are what you eat? well, maybe. a more appropriate
question seems to be, to what extent you're what you eat, philip kindred dick's paranoid ink has an
interesting answer.