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I moved to Noosa (a seaside, "green", holiday town) from the most population-dense council in Australia - Sydney (city). Here...yeah, the beaches can get a little close in summer, and the main street can have a lot of people on it, but it all moves slow with happy people.
Saying that, I make infrequent visits to Sydney, just to be there. Sydney is noisy. That's the first thing I notice, and the last. The noise does not stop day or night. Second is that everyone - every single person crushing and rushing the footpaths and shops - is on a mission, going from a point A to a point B. Every single person is in their own little speeding and sparking biosphere of personality, emotion, appearance, motion, orderly disorder or disorderly order, and private neurological universe. They are magnificently beautiful residents of a magnificently beautiful zoo. In those crowds, anonymity, solitude and loneliness are easy...far easier than the relaxed, soft-shelled interractions of familiarity and neighbourliness of my new home.
I need to go back to those crowds. Here rests my soul, and I will be here as much of forever as I can grab, but I still need that introversion and retraction and detachment that I can get in the loud city; that feeling of moving along at one's own pace inside the crowded veins of some mad, dumb beast.
Cheers,
Marc
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