These rooms, I noticed, were in very shoddy condition: walls covered in graffiti (written in a foreign language I was unable to identify, but which looked like some manner of Mesopotamian cuneiform), floors covered with broken shards of glass, sparse pieces of furniture in various states of disrepair, old televisions whose screens depicted nothing but orgies of static, and heaps of mouldering clothes (the designs of which were almost nauseatingly tacky). By this point I was more than confused, as I saw that this hallway took a leftward turn at the end. How long does this hallway go on for? I thought to myself as I walked by the rooms, peering into each one as I did so. And what’s going on with all of these empty rooms? How long has this place been abandoned? And why can’t I hear anything?