Women pouring out of the sun, filling the sky like sperm dancing on the outer edges of a great burning egg.
A town filled with white squirrels with nothing to fear. The residents deferential to the will of the rodents.
A white policeman's hat floating over an empty collar with no head to fill it.
A city of interiors; a collection of dirty rooms, cramped basements and crowded tunnels that connect one walled space to another.
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