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This, now, odd



"The road looks weird," says Lyle.

"The light is different," says Evan.

"And so is the landscape," says Roger.

The white van moves along a new highway between space and font. There is little to guide them. The road signs yield nothing.

"We need a new method of selection and arrangement. When details lead to no conclusion, they are like baggage to a defeated army."

"But I want the road to look like it did before."

"I want the light to be forever clear."

"Do you want to only know the words you knew at five years old? Is there a tense called the forever same?"

"Forms matter more than words. The knuckleball doesn’t reject reason, it embraces image, the higher quality. I understood form when I was born."

"I understand that sign," says Lyle. "It says, "EAT HERE."

They stop at a wood building behind a gravel lot. They leave down the windows of the white van and go in through the single swinging door. A man in a brown suit greets them. A few other people sit around the bar and at table, some in brown, some in yellow. The man in the brown suit shows them to their seats at a round table.

Roger asks for a menu. The script is cursive and archaic and hard to read in the dim light.

"Why are they making this difficult?" asks Lyle.

"You infer causation, but this is just an event."

"Someone caused it."

"And you perceive it. Just order."

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