Being pushed out into the outer world will occur but not so bad, though windy and cold. The silver age promises something and does not permit complaint. There is definitely something out there worth living for. The horror! The horror! Go I, into the silver age, armed with hard earned wisdom! The train, the train, sucked from dream city to the lands beyond! The hyper weird city shaded in fog, where the wealth is best, where sharks swim on the street! Alluring women never to be! Haunted city of dead Indians, brothels and vigilantes. Where my great, great grandfather in 1865 was preparing a nation state! The Peodmont Ave end was building the most impressive grave yard and mosaliem in the world. At least the dead might have it nice! Something gold, a dead mustang, lips holding back, or knocking out ships!