Sometimes we can't help but walk back and forth down the same street, where bitter deprivation lives on one corner and jovial indulgence on the next. Even when we're sick or tired, we go back and forth like our feet and hands are zombies'. We pass all those windows, little glimpses into someone else's life, and wonder what's it like to walk on their street.
"Behold, I am that which must overcome itself again and again." - Nietzsche