There are sidestreets, alleys, buildings, more crowds as usual.
The edge of the sidewalk around where the car used to be was discolored and oddly smooth for concrete. A strange smell also came from it, similar to oranges.
Nothing is exactly the same as before.
In the parking lot, he finds the car he imagined, but the cafe seems dirstored somehow... the colors aren't right, and something smells...
The edge of the sidewalk around where the car used to be was discolored and oddly smooth for concrete. A strange smell also came from it, similar to oranges.
In the parking lot, he finds the car he imagined, but the cafe seems dirstored somehow... the colors aren't right, and something smells...
The smell of oranges comes back, but it's more tart.
As he drives down the street, he thinks he can feel the pavement below him moving, even though it looks solid.
The voice calls to him again, What shall it now be? What shall this little world be?