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I took a walk today. I tried to walk from my apartment to near where I work, but I didn’t succeed. I only got as far as the Maglev station at which point I got frustrated by walking along highways and decided not to try and cross any more in getting to my ultimate destination.

It seemed a little like a metaphor to me. I was walking, and I had a vague notion of where I’d like to end up, but I didn’t really care either way. I’d keep walking until I was sufficiently lost that I would turn to some external force to set me straight (a taxi), or I’d get somewhere I was happy (enough) with, and be done with it.

There were quite a few detours and probably at least an hour where I was walking in a direction I didn’t know (bendy roads, and no sun to compare against).

It was weird passing from rich-seeming neighborhoods into less well-to-do ones both suddenly and randomly. I’d cross a street and go from walking along tall, new apartment complexes with lots of Audis and other nice sedans parked outside, to instead walking past a long stretch of squat concrete edifices with much dirtier looking people hanging around enjoying the warm weather outside.

Also weird was walking under a highway and finding a vegetable market, as well as a lone sunglasses vendor with his cart far away from, well, just about everything, that I could tell. He was next to an on-ramp but for as long as I could see, no cars were stopping, and I was the only human-powered traffic around.

It’s also a little scary crossing an intersection on a major road here. There’s just so many cars coming from every direction.