Wellington Street

In which we take a stroll down a very strange lane.


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Museum "Friend of the Impossible"

“I have seen things that are impossible, and I have counted among my friends things that don't belong in our reality. Thirty seven years I have spent trying to connect with these things, and only one person, one human ever has mattered as much to me as they do.

My mind is odd and prone to strange ideas.

It is mad,

It is likely these ideas that led me to seek these things out; the malformations of this world. I have found a stretch of road that seems to start and stop at random, and yet if one wishes one could walk its full length, leading you from place to place, state to state, country to country.

The people that live there are generally not aware of the other segments existence, nor are they aware of how how impossible they are.

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