The GPS leads me to a remote bungalow on the outskirts of the city. The house design is merely ancient, like those in the 2020s, which I have seen in our history book. Still, to see it directly like this is elevated to the eyes. The walls are painted white, whereas the top is roofed over with deep violet tiles. It is a design that is not only obsolete but also extremely ancient. There are no other buildings in Zanie, either in the city or outside, like this anymore.
As I ride my bike closer, I see a neon banner displaying two rows of words: "Open Art Gallery" and "By R...E." The last row seems to be broken since the sign shows only two characters where there are supposed to be nine.
Who still opens an art gallery these days? I mutter to myself as I kick the footrest down and park my moto
