This modern infrastructure built for bringing me in, is something of a marvel. But it starts to stink, it is dirty, like a crime scene. When you meet that somebody here, who helps you out, tells you some information, you only realize you were lost, going in the wrong way. Then I turn around and start walking to some place that is cleaner, and buy myself something that I find, interesting. People help me out and things start chugging, and I get satiated of the trip and people make some money, they had the right goods for me. I enjoyed shopping for myself. Then I return home on a ride that is warm, like I’m in pursuit of someone, an unknown. Just some bad air, like I’m in a crime novel. People coming to take me. Yes good people do exist. Bad people just passed me by. But I can’t blame them. They never let us meet. This whole place starts turning blue and misty, like from a fight before, something must have happened here. It is just universal dissemination. I’ve lost some part of me today, I know that. These wahems and film grain from courts newsrooms and the city, need to be cleaned up here. That could take some more time. Over a period of time when you don’t move out of a place, this thing gets bad. Like you start getting cornered. Then stuff happens to you. It is like waking up in FEAR 2.