Have you ever heard the song Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds? Imagine that song in a real world situation. That's what my life is in Machester's "suburbia". All of the boxes line up like identical soldiers on top of freshly cut acres of green. You can eat scones at the at the bakery down the street, play badmiton with the neighborhood mates, or walk along our freshly paved sidewalk. Enjoy your stay. But do I? No. What they don't tell you is how much you have to pay to live here, what the neighbors do behind closed doors, and that there were hidden secrets before this "creation was established. People and other myths lived here way before everyone ealse and I hope to prove that.