Still, one would wish the world be a little more sensible, I thought crawling into my car, a little less ostentatiously inconstant. Seatbelt, key, engine’s roar, mirror, slowly pulling out, and the words are back. I pay them no mind as I turn my car around, but, shifting into drive, I break and glance over my shoulder: the wall is blank again. I look into the mirror, and there are the words plain and easily read. I shrug. It’s a good trick, whoever is playing it.
I make myself smile.
“Happy?” I ask the ether. Silence answers. “Yeah, me neither.”
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