At the bottom of the hill where I live is what used to be called a Dead End. Now, I believe, developers address them more euphemistically – No Outlet, for example. The pavement doesn’t stop so much as merge, shifting into crumbled asphalt, then stones, then weeds, then wilderness. I have the impression that once upon a time the street came to a distinct halt, but gradually Nature has been … [Read more...]
Lawrence Dillon: Connecting the Dots
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