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The Pedestrian
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The Pedestrian (adapted) by Ray Bradbury Mr. Leonard Mead loved to walk outside at night. The city was quiet at eight o’clock on a misty November evening. He liked to put his hands in his pockets and stroll along the cracked sidewalks, stepping over grass that grew between the concrete. He would stop at the corners, look down the empty streets, and choose which way to go. It didn’t really matter which way he picked, because he was always alone in the year 2053. Sometimes, Mr. Mead would walk for hours and miles, coming home only at midnight. As he walked, he saw houses with their windows dark, like he was walking through a graveyard. Sometimes, he saw tiny flashes of light from behind curtains or heard soft voices from open windows. Mr. Mead wore sneakers so his footsteps wouldn’t make noise. If he wore shoes with hard heels, the dogs would bark and people might look out their windows. He liked being quiet and unnoticed as he walked in the cool November air. On this night, Mr. Mead walked west, toward the sea. The air was cold and frosty, making his nose sting and his lungs feel fresh. He listened to the sound of his shoes in the fallen leaves and sometimes picked up a leaf to look at it under the streetlights. As he walked, he whispered to the houses, “Hello in there. What’s on TV tonight? Where are the cowboys? Is the cavalry coming?” But the street was silent and empty, with only his shadow moving. He checked his watch. “Eight-thirty. Is it time for a quiz show? Or a funny show?” He thought he heard laughter from a house, but nothing else happened. He kept walking, sometimes stumbling over the broken sidewalk. In all his years of walking, he had never seen another person out at night. He reached a big intersection where two highways crossed. During the day, it was full of cars, but now it was empty and quiet, like a dry riverbed. Mr. Mead turned onto a side street, heading home. Suddenly, a police car turned the corner and shined a bright light on him. He stood still, surprised by the light. A metallic voice from the car said, “Stand still. Don’t move! Put up your hands!” Mr. Mead obeyed. The police car asked, “What’s your name?” “Leonard Mead,” he answered. “What’s your job?” “I guess I’m a writer,” Mr. Mead said. The police car replied, “No profession.” Mr. Mead hadn’t written anything in years, since people didn’t buy books or magazines anymore. People just stayed inside their houses, watching TV. The car asked, “What are you doing out?” “I’m walking,” Mr. Mead said. “Walking? Just walking?” the car repeated. “Yes,” he said. “Where are you walking? Why?” “For air. To see things,” Mr. Mead answered. “Your address?” “Eleven South Saint James Street.” “Do you have air in your house? An air conditioner?” “Yes.” “Do you have a TV?” “No.” “No?” The car was quiet for a moment. “Are you married?” “No,” Mr. Mead said. “Not married,” the car said. The night was cold and quiet. “Just walking, Mr. Mead?” “Yes.” “But why?” “I told you. For air, to see, and just to walk.” “Do you do this often?” “Every night for years.” The police car was silent for a moment. Then it said, “Get in.” The back door opened. “Wait, I haven’t done anything!” Mr. Mead protested. “Get in,” the car repeated. Mr. Mead looked into the car. There was no one inside, just an empty front seat. The back seat was like a small jail cell, cold and hard. “Where are you taking me?” he asked. The car answered, “To the Psychiatric Center for Research on Regressive Tendencies.” Mr. Mead got in. The door closed, and the car drove away through the empty streets. As they passed his house, he saw that all the lights were on. “That’s my house,” he said, but no one answered. The car drove off into the night, leaving the streets empty and silent for the rest of the cold November night.The Pedestrian - 2STD X The Pedestrian Ideas for more sustainable cities In 2020. over 56% of the world s population lived in urbon arcos. Cities are becoming more and more popular. But why isn't rural life as attractive as city life? The main reasons include work. lifestyle education and Sea th in cities there ore more fun things to see and do, like art galleries, concert hails and sports stadiums, There are a so better hospitals, transport na anueners However, as cities become more overcrowded, they get more polluted. For this reason, urban residents want to make their cities more sustainable. But how? Here are five ways: 1 New York's Central Pork is an island of green in a forest of skyscrapers. City parks like these provide people with a peaceful ploce to connect with nature. and o quiet area for exercise. 2 The moming and evering tush hours lare the busest times in the city. When people commute* to and from work or school, they need frequent, fast public transport, like trams and underground troins. Transport should also be as cheap as possible - and accessible to those with less mobility, like older people or wheelchair users. 3 Cities need pleasant places for people to meet and so shopping. So they should have more pedestr on zones, like in Copenhagen, Denmark, Copenhagen has the world's longest pedestrion street. It's almost 3.2 km long! Pedeston aones encourage ' people to go shopping on foot, instead of driving to shopping malls. 4 1 kes are often the quickest and most susta nable. way to get around, but mony city streets are frenetic and dangerous. Sa susto nable cities have cycle paths, as well as public bikes ond e scooters. They alto have hybrid buses and lots of car charging points. 55 Cities need to encourage residents to care about the environment, with fun ecological exhibitions" and events. The Supertree Gardens in Singapore are amazing, ver fal botanic gardens. They are 50 metres high and the /se solor energy. Eco-festivols - lIke Terroformo in Milan, Italy, and the Secret Solstice in Reykjavik, Iceland - use solar and geothermol energy. They're some of the most sustoinable festiois in the wortdThe 'The' THE / - The civil war