Greyhound Ride...

You may bury my body down by the highway side
    (baby, I don't care where you bury my body when I'm dead and gone),
You may bury my body, down by the highway side,
So my old evil spirit can get a Greyhound bus and ride.
~ Robert Johnson, "Me and the Devil Blues" (1937).

On the end...

"There is nothing mysterious about this process: it was well described by Edmund Burke in his critique of the French Revolution.  Any society, he wrote in Reflections on the Revolution in France, which destroys the fabric of its state, must soon be 'disconnected into the dust and powder of individuality'.  By eviscerating public services and reducing them to a network of farmed-out private providers, we have  begun to dismantle the fabric of the state.  As for the dust and powder of individuality: it resembles nothing so much as Hobbes's war of all against all, in which life for many people has once again become solitary, poor and more than a little nasty."
~ Tony Judt, Ill Fares the Land (2010).

Of Turtles and Cities

“There was the pedestrian who wedged himself into the crowd, but there was also the flâneur who demanded elbow room and was unwilling to forgo the life of a gentlemen of leisure.  He goes his leisurely way as a personality; in this manner he protests against the division of labor which makes people into specialists.  He protests no less against their industriousness.  Around 1840 it was briefly fashionable to take turtles for a walk in the arcades.  The flâneurs liked to have the turtles set the pace for them.  If they had their way, progress would have been obliged to accommodate itself to this pace."
~~ Walter Benjamin, "The Paris of the Second Empire in Baudelaire."