You go outside and hear the birds chirping. They're mediocre chirpers, at best. It's going to be another lonely night for the finches. Your neighbor — a chubby bald man who calls himself Gordon — comes up to you and starts talking.
He says to you, "Everything in the universe is diagonal. All you have to do is tilt your head." You need to leave. To your right is the Avenue of Broken Hopes. To your left is Ralph Street.