I just realised yesterday the world is [also] divided between people who prefer the back alley, because of all the mysteries and ‘down to earth’ expressions they can find, and people who prefer the main road, because of all the compulsion-triggers they can find.
And I realised I’m a back alley man, and proud of it.
In the back alley I often find people scouring waste bins. Yesterday there was a guy who had scored a vacuum cleaner and was proudly testing out each attachment, but more often you meet people walking parallel to main street, often with backpacks on, people who don’t want to be mingling with ‘consumers’, ‘mainstreamers’, ‘gentrifiers’.
I’m most definitely a back alley man, until I really, really have to go to the main street to get to my main street destination.