Street

Where the streets have no name.

I don't really know the street names of the places that I'm heading to. I just know how to get there, by feeling. Landmarks, houses, even seemingly identical streetlamps are my guide. Someone once asked me if everything had to be so specific, so explicitly cast in words. I guess the answer is No, I suppose. After all, there are so many things beyond one's control. I've been down many one way streets before and when I hit a cross junction, I always head for the light; preferring to get lost than to hit a dead end.