GR 'Streets'

[s~Z]

Find a city
Find my way back to a city
To die in. . . .

"It is grey outside, the sun is setting; the train leaves in two hours. I
crossed the park for the first time and I am walking down the Rue Boulibet
but I don't recognize it."

"I am afraid of cities. But you mustn't leave them. If you go too far you
come up against the vegetation belt. Vegetation has crawled for miles
towards the cities. It is waiting. Once the city is dead, the vegetation
will cover it, will climb over the stones, grip them, search them, make them
burst with its long black pincers; it will blind the holes and let its green
paws hang over everything."

   --from _Nausea_ by Jean-Paul Sartre