randomicity:
The spiritual state achieved when ambling through the urban grid with no appointment, no agenda, bouncing left or right dictated by whim or traffic light or shadow cast. Minor facets sing and scream: aging architectural declarations, chained abandoned bicycles, crumbling brick encased in stratified paint, cardboard bedrooms on Wall Street grates, nighttime neon beacons of civilization. Bounce and roll, you sentient pinball, reflect your surroundings for hours per play, until the last late subway delivers you past turnstile flippers into the hole you call home.
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