In another set of circumstances, remote Bulgarian mountain villages where I could work in healthful surroundings according the higher ways inculcated over many years would clearly be the order of the day. But not knowing how far off-piste it might be safe to wander in the present world, I stick to the cities of appearances.
Even though I can see fairly clearly that the truth-determinations and questions hereabouts are directed to the elements of my own place that I know to have fallen under a bit of a shadow. Surviving in the context of others' worlds of appearances.
With an occasional glance at the hills.