Chapter 49 city ​​of hermits

Having lived in a mountain village for a long time, I sometimes yearn for the city.It's not just that I miss the comfort and convenience of the city, because it's not too difficult to achieve that, and the day of realizing all that in the country is not too far away. In my opinion, the most attractive part of urban life is the ease in which people become hermits from each other.We have colleagues but may never know what happened in the colleague's house, and we have neighbors but may never know what is behind the neighbor's door.As for more customers, passengers, passers-by, salespersons, plumbers, postmen, insurance salesmen, etc., they are crowded every day, but because they are too dense, we ignore them and forget them with a glance.They are clothed shadows, floating sets or erratic masks whose names are like pseudonyms, whose words are like lines, whose costumes are like disguises.They make it difficult for us to recognize and not need to recognize, impossible to know deeply and not necessary to know deeply.

Our real colleagues and neighbors are well-known actors in movies and TV shows, news figures in popular newspapers, and anonymous netizens in online chat rooms.If we follow clues such as cables and find the busy media workshops or computer rooms, we can also find that their physical essence is nothing more than electromagnetic signals or paper media signals, which are collected, edited, copied, and packaged by some professionals. , is transmitted day and night.In this way, we are like gophers, hiding in a very safe dark layer, dealing with distant symbolic products, and developing feelings for some machine assembly lines hidden elsewhere.We don't have to worry about being hurt by them (that is, them).We did good or bad things without anyone finding out.

Love to be unknown! E. Cioran is well aware of this urge. On the contrary, the countryside is sparsely populated and the transportation is inconvenient, but a small number of targets must be the target of too much attention.The degree of mutual familiarity puts people's lives in a state of long-term exposure.We cannot remain anonymous, let alone escape, and we are burdened with too many naked eyes from the folks on our shoulders.In this way, even if I dig the land alone on a hillside, even if there is no one in the field, I still feel that I am a statue in a public place, showing off to the public for a long time, and I am somewhat tired.

Why are there cities in the world?Why do people move into cities?Is it to crave the neighbor or to get rid of the neighbor?To enter the group or to escape the group?