But faceless neighborhoods are no different than people in whose eyes you can’t read anything. It’s no big deal to be on your guard when you see an angry spark in a person’s eyes; it’s easier to escape in time when you see a sullen threat in them. The worst is when there’s no expression at all, when the shape you simply took for a pole, a rock, or a withered tree suddenly comes to life and bares its bloody fangs. It’s worse because you’re not expecting it. After all, you can’t go around being afraid of every pole, every rock, and every withered tree.
