The simplicities of a small town dynamic are a thing to be pondered.
Daily mundane tasks become unacceptable, the act of whittling develops a much brooder metaphorical context.
Every moment, fluctuates in its perceptivity.
Time is no longer frantic. but mellow and compensating.
The act of planning a situation becomes the simple method of following the general haunts path.
Every act is immediately preceded by a distant cause and effect and the aspect of a face in the crowd is malarkey.
However, one can expect ones actions to be multiplied tenfold in their importance and substance,
the idea of solitude becomes plesently obsolete,
and the mayor can be expected to stop you on your skateboard and politley ask you not to skate by town hall in your work clothes.
Like everything accounted for so far, it is a give and take relationship,
which due to its distinct lack of stress,
is considered by many to be quite benificial to the concept of humanity.