One of my favourite little things about exploring modern towns and cities is something I just found out is called desire paths, where a concrete path goes around a piece of grass, but the grass is worn away by people taking shortcuts across it, flagrantly disregarding the authority of the concrete.
I know it's unsightly and all, but these are it takes thousands of feet to get that result, all seeking to save a few seconds, all finding the most efficient path.
They're ghost paths, liminal walkways, and a physical reminder that people won't always be pushed in the direction they're told to take, and I love them for that.
This is the Tearoom of Despair. Crap metaphors are what we are all about.
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