I leave the house, its a nice morning considering how rough it was last night.
In fact it days like today I enjoy the walk.
I walk past the church with no graves that a million years old.
I walk down the subway with its tiles on tiles.
I put my hand on the wall and let it feel the history, the grimness of the original passageway all those years ago.
And with it the art of the people, who left their tags, and imagines of what was in their heads here.
And for tea, well it was Iceland onion rings and beefy burgers.
I pondered what to do, then I though I know silent Hill 3.