This is what's beautiful about staying in a club or hotel: you're invisible, as is your neighbour. — Amit Chaudhuri

An hour's a symbolic duration.

The eye covers distances in a second. It lusts for freedom. Looking out, I often wanted to be free - not of home, but of the city. The eye (if it's gazing upon something it's unhappy with, as I was) might see nothing. Looking up is different. I have the freedom I then wanted.

I treat vegetarianism as a phase that might any second end without warning.