I read somewhere that the so-called non-places are defined as such because in them is not life, that you pass but you are not.
then, when we train, we go up or go down the subway, when we wait for security checks at an airport or even less cathartic, push the shopping cart down the aisles of a shopping center in all of these moments we of non-persons.
I wonder why every time I watch the passers-by spells, because I seem so human. I begin to suspect it is the fact that I really enjoy shopping.
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