No one is there, only the blank faces of the houses arranged in a line, a hundred houses on one side, another hundred on the other, and beyond this street another street, and beyond that another and another and another, streets and streets and streets of houses and houses and houses, with people in each of them you know nothing about, have never laid eyes on. You’re in the city now. If you wanted to find someone, even someone you loved, you wouldn’t know where to begin. And when you start running you have no idea where you’re running to.
