Big City
One thing I can now confirm is that when you are in a big city, you forget yourself, you get dissolved in the daily rush, the mad planning of transportation and the bombardment of unknown faces passing by you. Only sometimes, in the middle of all this, inside a bus or the subway, waiting for the next stop, a vague memory of what you once were arrises but it soon disappears as soon as an automatic voice indicates that you arrived to that place you needed to be to repeat the cycle again.