The Nothing House
(East Paradise)

The old chipped mug lies on the dusty old table in the corner. The cage where the canary once slept is now open. It's once imposing iron gate is now rusty. It swings open and closed in the slight breeze. Cracks of light appear on the floor despite in the closed shutters. Outside, it is raining. It is always raining. The once elegant drapes lie in a heep beside the old fireplace. The time for the elegant parties has long passed. Sitting in a chair in the centre of the room an old man stares at the last remaining wreckage of his life as it decays in front of him.