A large museum seems out of place in a town with only 7,000 or so residents.

It just seems like one of those semi-thought out plans to force a product into the mobile space without a real need for the technology.

His shoulders seemed to blot out the light in the little room.

Behind West a crouched figure seemed to belly out one of the curtains.

Its message seemed to blot out the past, to assure them that their lives lay in the future.

Uncle Felix raised his voice till it seemed to thunder out the words.

Yet while the trees are nature, the towers seem to stake out the wilderness like an imperial army.

His finger hurt so much it seemed to roar out loud.

It seemed to stream out the front and be blocked up the back.

The show, which seems false and awkward in the city, seems more at home out West.