The Count wandered around the street, counting anything and everything in sight. It was evening, so the sun had already gone down and it was starting to get cold.

Seventeen windows, one bakery, one school, one art store, one playground, one too many apartment buildings for him to count unless he wanted a headache, around the same amount of mailboxes. One woman walking her dog, two men jogging by.

The stimuli was so much, yet very little.