Senses and Place: Half an Hour at the Rooftop

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I opened the door of my apartment’s rooftop on a relaxing Sunday morning. Lying on a sun lounger without goals and urges, I started to think about how we comprehend the world through different senses, and decided to experience the environment on my own.

The first thing I did, as all ordinary people would do, was to observe my surrounding environment with my eyes. Starting with things far away, I saw clouds blocking the rather terrifying California sunshine in the blue sky, the extending horizon topped with a layer of white smoke, and few tall mansions standing alongside Wilshire Blvd. Drawing my foci nearer, I could only see tall trees and other building’s rooftop, as my apartment was 6-floor-high and located on one of the hilltops along Strathmore Dr. As for things by my side, the most conspicuous item was the black steel fence that marked the border of the rooftop; there was also some decorating plants and loungers. The visual image rendered a sense of tranquility, as there were neither people nor fast-moving objects in my vision. It seemed like the world stopped moving, because...

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