This chapter is probably fairly similar to the last. But here we go:
Does anyone else notice how the front of the car looks like a face? You know, with the headlights for the eyes and the bumper as the nose and mouth...?
I think humans like familiarity. I might have heard it or read it or seen it somewhere but I'm sure it's true myself too. I think we enjoy putting something of ourselves into what we do - though that could be a symbol of individuality rather than the proof of liking familiarity.
Perhaps that's a dimension of mourning. I mean, not seeing something usually related to the person or animal that has died brings back memories that hurt us but perhaps part of that discomfort is the fact that things have changed. And could it be that we don't like death because we're not used to it? Or is that maybe taking the theory a little too far? Saying that, the Victorians had a very different attitude to death from us - this in an age of high infant mortality rates and many fatal diseases.
Change... It can be horrific sometimes, can't it? The thought of life being different can terrify you, routines messed up can be disorientating and I feel we like to hold onto something: an anchor to ourselves, if you like. That's another reason death can be so painful. When your special anchor is gone, what do you hold onto?
If we lived in a world where everything changed daily, I'm quite sure we'd go insane. Familiarity is important.
At the same time, the same old routine every single day of our lives can be tedious so we only want familiarity to a certain extent.
(not sure if this is complete)