My shadow tells me...
I have a pretty good sense of direction, and rarely ever get lost. I haven’t gotten lost here in Buenos Aires either (lost lost, though I have missed street signs and made errors in navigation), but something has been nagging me since I came here.
It has been very subtle… and it’s taken me a long time to figure out exactly what it was that was bothering me.
Subconsciously, my shadow tells me which direction I’m walking. I don’t look up in the sky at the sun nearly as much as I look to the ground, and my shadow is a little piece of information that I process without even knowing it.
In the US, when I’m walking north, my shadow is in front of me--- at least a little bit. When I walk south, it’s behind. Here it’s switched around, and it’s such an obvious thing now that I have thought about it, but it really screwed with my head for a while.
It has been very subtle… and it’s taken me a long time to figure out exactly what it was that was bothering me.
Subconsciously, my shadow tells me which direction I’m walking. I don’t look up in the sky at the sun nearly as much as I look to the ground, and my shadow is a little piece of information that I process without even knowing it.
In the US, when I’m walking north, my shadow is in front of me--- at least a little bit. When I walk south, it’s behind. Here it’s switched around, and it’s such an obvious thing now that I have thought about it, but it really screwed with my head for a while.
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Until the fifth grade or so I thought north was whatever direction I was facing.
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