There are lots of subjects that I ponder, return to and have percolating away somewhere in my mind. I somtimes ruminate on my morning walk about where the country ends and the city begins . There is no distinct place to say “here this is where it is”. no doubt there are official boundaries between city and country but these are really just lines on a map and provide no real indication, no signs that say “no nature beyond this point”
But thats taking the assumption that countryside has the monopoly on nature and city is no place for wilderness. But when you really think about it both the city and the country are sort of industrial spaces. Climb to the top of almost any mountain and take in the view. Its mostly endless fields of production. Sure the air may be cleaner and its perhaps somwhat quieter but its mostly concerned with production. Nature is in the margins.
In the city it seeps into the chinks, into the forgotten places. It thrives on the edge and in the limited space avilable. It takes a while to see this. For me perhaps many years of slowing down and rethinking and then realisation that that the connection I sought was practically on my door step and the yearning for somthing else could be satisified by somthing close to home.
There is so much more to the city than just the city.