You ended up in a bad neighborhood. You’re not sure how. You’re not sure how to get out. You made a left turn and now everything is one way roads. The road you came down is gone. There is only one way to go.
The suburbs are so quiet. No one is outside. You see flickering light inside the homes, televisions and computers, but you don’t see any people.
The sky is grey. It is always grey. You vaguely remember the sun from your childhood. You’re fairly certain it is your own true memory.
The weather changes. Every time you go inside and come back out, the weather is different. Everyone simply grumbles and shrugs when you point this out. If you don’t like the weather in Ohio, they complain, wait five minutes.
There are farms everywhere. You never see animals. Only corn. Miles and miles of corn. Sometimes you see movement in the corn.
Have you tried Swenson’s yet? Do you want some? You should eat a burger. Just try it. Everyone eats at Swenson’s. Trust me, you’ll like it. We ALL eat at Swenson’s.
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