Yeah, it's not what you'd expect, right? Alan Wake, author, living here in Bright Falls. [ He cracks a half-smirk at that, but there's a kind of fondness in his voice too. ] It might be a small town, but Bright Falls is home. [ He can't imagine leaving it, or the people there... or a certain specific person, even if things between them aren't as good as they could be. ]
New York City? What? [ He shakes his head at the thought of it. ] Too many people, too loud... People aren't happy living in cities. Small towns are where it's at.
[ That's what brought them here, after all, isn't it? At least, that's what he remembers when they settled on making Bright Falls their home. ]
Maybe I will. You wouldn't think it, looking at this place, but inspiration is everywhere if you know where to look. Or how to look. And you're right, you never know. I wouldn't want to know even if I could.
[ He taps his chin with one finger as if thinking that over. ] Maybe I will. Maybe I'll get inspired by something. What about you? You planning to check it out?
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New York City? What? [ He shakes his head at the thought of it. ] Too many people, too loud... People aren't happy living in cities. Small towns are where it's at.
[ That's what brought them here, after all, isn't it? At least, that's what he remembers when they settled on making Bright Falls their home. ]
Maybe I will. You wouldn't think it, looking at this place, but inspiration is everywhere if you know where to look. Or how to look. And you're right, you never know. I wouldn't want to know even if I could.
[ He taps his chin with one finger as if thinking that over. ] Maybe I will. Maybe I'll get inspired by something. What about you? You planning to check it out?