The concrete jungle of Sydney is a place where you observe a realm of human existence which cannot be seen in a country town in which I live. The sheer insignifigance of the individual is highlighted throughout the main streets and back alleys, and confronts you on every wall and advertisement. The crowd in the town I live in is seen as a diverse range of talents, qualities, and cultures. Although this is still quite right within the enormous crowds wandering the Sydney streets aimlessly, a person's individuality is watered down by the sheer population living in the city. The crowd seemed like an enormous gerry can of words and tones. The motives of the suited men rushing to their concrete boxes is unknown to a country boy such as myself. They seem eager to get through life, but what for? To die? To make money for their retirement in which they are unable to carry out their dreams as they are immobile? Or is it for status within the world?
The trip to Sydney was a plunge into a different world with characteristics of paranoia and claustrophobia.
Very eye opening, and terrifying.
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