Finding a place in the city and participating in the endless cycle of production consumption can mean throwing yourself into the streets during the "rush hour" for those who live there. The coffee is taken from the coffee shop in the corner, which Marc Auge mentions at length in his book Non-Places, the sidewalk that is walked on every day, the uncanny parking lots and the train platforms waiting at the stations are all parts of this feverish fiction. For the unquestioning urbanite, the order of the world has already been established. Even the anonymous life of which Jacobs speaks manifests itself in such urban spaces.