Four inch television screen at the pump was tickled by the weather, raindrop after raindrop, for thirty years. The water levels rose. How high the water, up the muffler man, that was our measuring stick, our scarecrow. Rain Stoic.
What was on the screen, dancing behind the ‘snow,’ shouldn’t have looked so good. The jolt of degradation intensified the dance. The dated feed, then, was updated. New moves under generation loss: what signal calls ‘tradition’ (knuckleball). An old-fashioned enhancement—facelift, caricature.
Yes. We would like a receipt. Out scrolls the receipt, obviously a shopping list of some kind, a list of artifacts and cravings. The artifacts are rare, no longer in circulation. The cravings will go unsatisfied. The product does not exist. The need intensifies.
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