I was walking back from school this morning, and part of my route is a long, straight, slightly uphill road, lined with large terraced houses and the occasional semi. It was a still, slightly chill morning, with a fairly boring grey sky overhead, and I just grew to thinking, what am I doing here? Why am I spending my life pounding the beat of grey, cracked pavements, looking at views of tightly packed houses with very small, neat gardens? I thought, man is a social animal, so it's good to live close together isn't it?