Every morning, on my way to work, I drive past an apartment complex amusingly named Walden Pond. While I’ve never spoken with the owners, I assume the name to be their attempt to woo prospective tenants with the cozy idea that their two-bedroom floorplans will whisk them away from the clamor of the city and its pesky industrialists—a portal into “deliberate living,” provided you pass the credit check. Turn into the entrance, and you’ll be greeted by a series of buildings, each named after key landmarks and figures surrounding that famous body of water: The Hawthorne, The Emerson, The Concord, and, in the center of it all, Thoreau’s Cove.
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