Was I mad? Was the world? Was this a dream? Why had I smiled, and why had it felt so bitter, that smile I made at the wall and black letters and simple oval and dots and crescent which had been a smiling face. Nothing beneath that smile. Nothing beneath either of ours. No laughter here, just noise. No meaning, just urging, just do.
With a sad smile, I shook my head, pressed a button, and heard my car beep. Okay, I thought, I can’t explain that beep or even the car, nor the writing, nor my own answering smile.
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