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Today I decided to swing by the little bazaar that the town of Hanover hosts every year called “Dutch Days”. There were so many people all milling around through the streets, buying crap. It was all crap. Lawn ornaments, personalized wooden thingies, seashell paperweights, pinwheels, rugs, wall hangings, picture frames, etc. It amazes me what some people purchase with their hard-earned money.

I went mainly to feel the pulse of a moving crowd. In college, going from the dorms to class takes around 7 minutes (at RIT) through a constant stream of warm bodies. Students headed to class, professors on lunch break, administrators going to a meeting. I like the feeling of coursing down the Quarter Mile like a blood cell in an artery. I like analyzing the local traffic patterns and weaving my way through bits of a slow moving clump.

I felt roughly the same feelings of immersion at the bazaar. Hundreds of bodies around me moving around, buying food, laughing, talking, enjoying life.