Scenes of thoroughgoing sameness

In places stamped with the monotony and repetition of sameness you move, but in moving you seem to have gotten nowhere.

North is the same as south, or east as west. Sometimes north, south, east and west are all alike, as they are when you stand within the grounds of a large project. It takes differences—many differences—cropping up in different directions to keep us oriented.

Scenes of thoroughgoing sameness lack these natural announcements of direction and movement, or are scantly furnished with them, and so they are deeply confusing. This is a kind of chaos.

  1. ​The Image of the City​
  2. ​The Great Blight of Dullness​