All these places seem to be full of the same yellow light.

For what had just taken place in his bed hadn't seemed to matter.

Rather, the place where I was seemed to be moving.

Even in the five years since I had left it the place seemed to have changed completely.

In the last few months - the place seems to have changed.

That place up ahead never seemed to get any closer.

Only that one place seemed to hold any attention for them.

The place I'd called home for the past four years seemed somehow different to me, foreign.

Only two places seemed to be open along the street.

But the place and race do not seem to matter much these days.