The least change in our point of view, gives the whole world a pictorial
air. A man who seldom rides, needs only to get into a coach and
traverse his own town, to turn the street into a puppet-show. The men,
the women, the talking, running, bartering, fighting, an earnest
mechanic, a lounger, the beggar, the boys, the dogs, all seem instantly
unreal. Or at least wholly detached from any relationship to the
observer. Everyone is seen as illusory, not substantial beings. From
Emerson, Nature.