alley;

a narrow passageway between or behind buildings

I also lived near the alley, and grew to feel that I was living in a machine, with the loud industrial noises, and constant garbage trucks. I can't believe people CHOOSE to live here. What an incredible rip off.

The water point is reached only in order to be left behind; every point is a relay and exists only as a relay. A path is always between two points, but the in-between has taken on all the consistency and enjoys both autonomy and a direction of its own. The life of the nomad is the intermezzo.

The outside of any building may now come inside and the inside go outside, each seems as part of the other. Continuity, plasticity, and all the new simplicity the imply have at last come home.