Tell them the name of my hometown is Anguish. Anguish is in the middle of the state, the “dead center,” so to speak. Anguish has a main street like any other small town, filled with old buildings, some stately, some modest, all in various states of disrepair.
In Anguish we try not to lose heart. We try to keep our hopes up and look for the silver lining in our clouds, if you know what I mean. But there are a great number of clouds in Anguish, sometimes more clouds than we are prepared for.
A building in Anguish may get old, but it is rarely empty and almost never erased. As a rule we keep the same old buildings, many from childhood and some from adolescence, on into adulthood and old age, long after they are useful.
Stars turn to train wrecks when they come to Anguish. My heart goes out to those who believe they can modernize the town, bring their town up to date. There are no vacant building spaces in Anguish, nothing is ever torn down to make way for new things. We live with the old knowledge and the old beliefs and the old ways, for it is our hometown. It is Anguish.