There are three windows at street level in my living room, which afford a gorgeous view of some trees, one fence, and four bicycles as well as a bush and part of another building. They do not afford much sunlight. So I’ve been doing a lot of biking, which I suggest you try out because it’s mad fun and because if you don’t get enough sunlight your brain can’t make some fancy chemical or whatever and then you can’t sleep. It’s nice, there’s wind and in-dolphins or en dauphine or something involved. Also, you get to convert “not having a car” into “not using a car” and then everyone around you in gas-sucking vehicles suddenly seems like a disaster of personal choices and narcissist allocation of natural resource when in reality you just can’t afford to park anywhere, or else you’d be driving too.
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