It's the difference between a distinct smell, and the place were time simply does not exist. It's where your handwritten tales have been made, and where a certain smell takes you back to a time you only remember. A place which you never knew you would seek back to again. It's the form of your highest nostalgia.
I miss the nostalgic feeling of Grapehouse
SpoonMan is a very very rare creature. No one knows where it came from, but it roams around the world looking for milk, it will raid an entire house in one night to show the enemy that they are strong and fast
Godamit those damn bastards, a SpoonMan raided me again.