Lived for awhile on a street of houses, it was only by counting telephone poles, that I could find my house. The back yard had an inlet from the SF bay, with a view towards a mountain and hills.
It fit modern life to a T. Dull same exterior with infinite views possible just out of view.
Really like the thought of both life and mind working like a ratchet. Each time one makes a step forward, the, period to the next one is less, an unbroken, though often intermittent motion going forward, endlessly through life after life.
Our control is entirely limited to our words, our actions, and our reactions, all else is just a world of change and adjustment, as we dance our way to enlightenment.