According to Blanthot, the everyday’s glaring manifestation is boredom. Silence constitutes it, amid endless idle chatter, around an unrelenting murmuring that behooves us to remain still, even in movement. 
Blanchot adds, “The everyday is human. The earth, the sea, forest, light, do not represent everydayness, which belongs first of all to the dense presence of great urban centers. We need these admirable deserts that are the world’s cities for the experience of the everyday to begin to overtake us” (17) The everyday does not inhabit private, demarcated quarters, but the cluttered, roaming, ample space of the streets. Lefebvre says, “The street tears from obscurity what is hidden, publishes what happens elsewhere, in secret; it deforms it, but inserts it in the social text”. To this Blanchot adds that the street “has the paradoxical character of having more importance than the places it connects, more living reality than the things it reflects. The street renders public” (17).




