Buildings next to buildings, askew or aligned. Buildings sometimes intersecting buildings, for that matter. Walk down a hallway, end up in a ballroom, double glass doors to a subway station, third exit on the left goes to a place you've only seen in your strangest dreams. Nobody knows where the city came from. Nobody knows how we got here. Nobody knows why any of this is happening. But it's happening. The city exists. We live a life amidst the twisted yet familiar. If we're going to survive this, we need to learn to live in the City of Angles. ...but if you want to step outside the spookyisms...