It's Easier to Think

A band of owls moved into town. They shopped for groceries and ran for office, that sort of thing. It began casually. Everyone simply put up with the owls because businesses were booming and the schoolchildren’s test scores had suddenly taken a turn for the better. More and more owls, and some people too, made the move into town and the room for accommodations began to diminish. Needless to say there was a lot of construction. The town became a city. It developed a nightlife and the constant yellowish buzz of electricity. 

One night at the Electric Mole, I met Julia, the daughter of new and prosperous socialites in town. She was incredible— the most amazing eyes. We stayed awake through most nights holding each other beneath the moonlit window. We talked about everything, but mostly about our disdain for the construction and the flood of immigrant owls. 

I told her, We seem to be the only two who are concerned, who notice. The only two who want out… 

…Who want a simpler life, she said. The only two who…who… 

A helium balloon trapped in the floorboard of a basement.

I speak only when spoken to, never before or after.

Going through a drive-thru in a foreign country with a domestic car.

Nothing exists when you are not looking at it; prove me wrong.

A bullet train inside Monaco.

Irreversible clothing with tags on the outside.

I project black light when your eyelids drop.

More of the sort.