Every day of the week I walk this stretch of road to go study, and sometimes I can't help but to think that it will be this stretch of road that will become the focus of my urban studies. The people that live on it, those ghostly faces staring out at me from their rugged porches, the pizza man throwing up his dough, the sagging eyes looking down from their apartment windows. I ask myself, what do these people believe? I shouldn't categorize them as a whole. Who are they individually? What is their philosophy? What do they dream about at night, or can they even dream because of the horn of the train every half hour?