It’s been a while since you’ve been here, isn’t it? The lovely people are gone, all the good memories have faded like old photographs under sunlight. The same streets doesn’t feel the same anymore and the sunlight burns just different. Rain touches gently but feels like a punch. All the leftovers are spoiled, abandoned, and sound like rust. Like a parallel universe, an uncanny, exploited copy of the one I belong in that I’ve fallen into. Feels like a nightmare and I want to wake up home again.