art school house dream.         
 slightly uptown on a grassy hill lies  a 
    large repurposed institution. it's    
 several  floors,  a few  hundred  meters 
       wide. made of yellow bricks.       
  combined nightclub, cafe, gallery, art  
 school.  it's always  open,  people come 
 and  go. the basement is deeper than you 
               would guess.               
 it's messy. i've  spread my  things over 
              several floors,             
 and  due to a  few many  beers  and some 
 secret  rivalries,  i  decide  i  should 
 leave.   but  where  are   my   shoes... 
       (looking for shoes)        
 after  a while  they  appear on my feet. 
 i'm  crying  of joy, i  hug a friend and 
 it's  good,  we're  close  now,  he  can 
 smell  me  (all   according   to  plan). 
 i  find  out who ruined my paintings and 
 i pull  her  hair. she cries  from  pain 
      but does not beg forgiveness.       
        (in the background)       
 sunset,  orange  and  pink,  city  is  a 
      black cutout. there's fires and     
        explosions on the ground.         
 "the new  way of  shipping iron  -  with 
 the  railgun. the iron  slag is  shot at 
 three  hundred and thirty  three  meters 
 per second, and at the  receiving end an 
 eight  square   meter   wooden  cube  is 
        launched to intercept it."        
 it  looks  like  interstellar  war.  the 
 wooden  block shatter into  hundreds  of 
  house dream   railgun   structure   
           institution  maze