The city is a lie that we tell ourselves. The crux of this lie is that we can separate human life from the environment, using concrete, glass, steel, maps, planning and infrastructure to forge a space apart. Disease, dirt, wild animals, wilderness, farmland and countryside are all imagined to be essentially outside, forbidden and excluded. (Aeon.co)
You are probably tired of wandering your house.
July 5, 1840
Go where we will, we discover infinite change in particulars only, not in generals.
July 5, 1845 – Walden Pond.
I know a man who never speaks of the sexual relation but jestingly, though Yesterday I came here to live. My house makes me think of some mountain houses I have seen, which seemed to have a fresher auroral atmosphere about them, as I fancy of the halls of Olympus