Once, as a lad of about 16, I wanted to leave this town, but I could only do so for a couple of weeks... Another time, already in my mid-30s, I tried again, and it didn't last as long
I sometimes wonder how it would feel if I stayed all my life in a neighborhood on a wooded hill in a subtropical seaside city where I was born. Like, neighbors of mine of the same age would probably feel being cousins to me - someone you grew up with, and knew as long as they existed, and the adults would be aunts and uncles. Or knowing trees for 40 years - how would it feel? Sounds like magic - amazing deep connection with everything around you - but, at the same time, like a cage. You can never have it all - every choice in life comes with the bitter sacrifice of countless other scenarios.
Wonderful set, as always. Love the charm of the neglected small town. Hope to experience this in India - I found such a town with seemingly great potential - let's see.