How do I know if I am not in this fiction I write..

I am not sure what reality is preferred, as ordinary reality even in such an odd place like the bay is not the wonderland I would expect.  In the distance the city looks like one giant monster lurching over the land.  Then inside the smells are stranger and anybody strange enough could be the tall thin man. 

Yes he said, Dogs can go into coffee shops.

Okay, but that dog looked like it might attack those kids.

This strange guy looks and me with no expression and perhaps no soul.

It is a chilling experience.


Now the eating spots fill with hogs or people or whatevers..

You find out that maybe fine dining is like God!

Yet not so dear sir..

You forget.