The societal ignorance enforces our belief that he is lonely on this gloomy night. “When he passes a night watchman, another walker in the city with whom the speaker might presumably have some bond, he confesses, ‘I… dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.’ Likewise, when he hears a voice in the distance, he stops in his tracks--only to realize that the voice is not meant "to call me back or say goodbye" (Bolton). The two times he had a chance to interact with the community, either he showed no interest in speaking or the cry wasn’t meant for him. These two interactions emphasize his loneliness with the
Also he didn’t get out often enough not that it mattered now. Upon reaching the end of his driveway he stopped to take a look at his lonely house. He knew he would likely never see it again. He attempted to remember anything worth remembering in this house but couldn’t. Life was nothing but a routine for him, although today would be very different.
The mood of sorrow reflected in the poem by the previous line could be a visual description of closed up shops or rundown buildings looking worse for wear in the nighttime, deserted, and empty; it must be bad as it is not just sad but described as saddest. No mention of persons around the city lane, which adds to the solitude and emptiness of the night. The brooding by the speaker gives way to melancholy, as he... ... middle of paper ... ... alone at night. Although not mentioned in poem, there is an overture of a burden or “sigh” by the speakers tone. The symbolism of the night conveys a sense of fear.
What seems to posse them to act so different towards the night? Leonard is walking in a deserted place. It is awfully quiet he can only hear his own footsteps. It is a misty evening. There spears to be no-one else waking during the night.
Walking in this area and not being able to see what is five feet in front of you due to pitch blackness, seeing a store taking safety precautions to protect its goods, walking by narrow dark alleyway that leads to a sketchy empty garage with only one way to exit, and more factors are things that might potentially trigger fear in individuals. This area during the day would be the place where legitimate business took place, a driveway where residence took to emerge on the way the main road, a sidewalk that saw people come and go as the went on with their day. At night, when the area cleared out it potentially turn into the location of crimes such as the sale of drugs, robbery, rape, etc. The design I would implement to drive away the fear of crime in this area, is similar to the one I described for the alleyway that is present on
He glanced down the street on his right, then down the street on his left. “Where are they?” Hoping to speed up the imminent arrival he started to walk up the street towards the most likely street they would come down. He stopped and listened. Not hearing anything he decided to walk a little farther up the street. Now starting to get a little antsy in the fact that he had a body in a laundry bag sitting on the sidewalk by the steps going into the building he started to proceed a little slower.
The alley was a dead end, a short fence blocking its exit onto what looked like a calm neighborhood filled with expensive homes. A cat walked by on the other end of the fence, strolling nonchalantly as it looked for its breakfast. Just a typical, lazy Saturday morning in the good old United States of America. Unless, that is, you were being chased by a stranger with a gun, who has a possible- no, make that likely, intent to seriously harm or even kill you. Miguel tried desperately to scale the fence just like he was taught in those survival camps his mother had signed him up for, but he was far too tired from running.
Such is the case of Mr. Leonard Mead, from Ray Bradbury’s acclaimed short story “The Pedestrian”. Confronted by the universal fear of becoming irrelevant, man becomes bitter, Despite the biting cold, when the story opens Mead is walking along the crumbling sidewalk of a residential neighborhood. As he ambles along, he speaks to the houses on either side of him. “Hello...What’s up tonight on Channel 4, Channel 7, Channel 9? Where are the cowboys rushing, and do I see the United States Cavalry over the next hill to the rescue?” (1) He receives no response, nor does he expect one; the street is deserted, all the residents tucked safely inside their dark houses, their viewing screens casting flickering shadows across the walls for all to see.
As I was walking alone and looking at every corner of the place, I sow few old people. My thoughts went deeper than ever. My mind was telling me to continue my walk, but my body seemed frightened and frozen. But my curiosity to know that, how this beautiful place had only few people and that they were all old made my body to go on further. It was a very different place from others.
He had forgotten it the day before and had to walk back home to get it, missing the early bus. A tall shadow appeared from around the corner of the warehouse. It was too dark outside to distinguish faces. Erway's body tensed up as he prepared for a confrontation. Would he be robbed, stabbed, shot, or just beaten?