You’ve heard of mountains, but everything around you is flat. You don’t believe.
It’s summer. You must park in the shade or you will die. You drive for hours, searching for a space. You forget what day it is.
Thin clouds cover the entire sky. You can make out the shape of the sun. You are staring at it. Your eyes aren’t burning. Everything looks the same.
Your brother swears he met a democrat once. You’re not sure if you believe him. You don’t have a brother.
You’re in a place where the buildings are close together. Everyone pretends it’s downtown, everyone pretends this is a city. You don’t say anything. You know the truth.
You’re in a mall. You decide to leave. You walk through the exit. You’re in a mall. You decide to leave. You walk through the exit. You’re in a mall.