Faintest glimmers of firefly light

"Sometimes he would walk for hours and miles and return only at midnight to his house. And on his way he would see the cottages and homes with their dark windows, and it was not unequal to walking through a graveyard where only the faintest glimmers of firefly light appeared in flickers behind the windows." Here Ray Bradbury in his story "The Pedestrian" describes the life of a man who wishes to engage with life. He refuses to have a wall screen in his house and decides to walk the empty city streets at nights looking for meaning; a meaning or explanations apart from those which are presented by the huge wall screens which like fireflies glimmer behind windows; the windows of houses or "tombs ill-lit by television light, where the people sat like the dead, the grey or multicoloured lights touching their faces, but never really touching them." I recently reread this short story and it's just as chillingly real now as it was then; plasma screen televisions, home cinema 3D television... time to explore the great outdoors I think or as ee cummings says:
"listen:there's a hell of a good universe next door;
let's go"