Adventures in plureality. Fractal fiction. Magical operations. Mental illness. Collaborative art.
20131208
DAY TWENTYSEVEN 4:55AM
The Laughing Track
Two men pushed a cart through the hall, both dressed in white, wearing medical masks underneath plastic visors.
"You think he ever knew?" the thin man asked the elderly man.
"The question is: do you want to know?" the elder asked.
The thin man stayed silent for a few moments, pondering that question. They continued to roll the cart through a long cold hallway.
Once they reached the elevator, the elderly man waved the back of his palm toward a green light and the doors hissed open.
"No," the thin man finally said as they entered the elevator. "I think I would probably remain a fish."
Both men chuckled as they turned the cart around, and Hank's bloody hand slipped from underneath the sheet.
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