This here is my house. To me it is barely a visual thing. It is like a thing you stare at yet you don't recall anything in particular. At night I think this is more so since much of the building is turned into a silhouette. It barely exists at night.
Russell creek signs are at every street entrance. They take on this plain look. Very blocky. The streetlight lights it into a strange green color. There is something about it that reminds me of a funeral.
Some of the homes make me feel ticklish. They are deceptively funky. It all seems to be in the decorations with the sidding, gutters, windows, etc. It can be startling when I try to approach the neighborhood as obnoxious urban sprawl. The building shows itself in this ways as if it jumps out of a box to say "tadaaaaa!"
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