This is what I see when I look out the peephole in my front door. I’m tempted
to look out before I open the door not for security reasons, but because I’m
trying to avoid my neighbors.
Why? Because it has become so uncomfortable always having to pretend they are
not there. Talking in the street goes against the weltanshuung of the neighborhood.
The rule is: minimal human interaction.
There are only so many ways of ignoring people you see frequently. It gets
old. So instead, I spy on them, and only go out when no one is outside. Luckily,
that is most of the time.