Toilet Hat


Inside lagged building. Walking in yellow towels. Work has moved. The old place now opens into street.

 
I am wearing a toilet on my head like a hat, people look at me like I am mental.
 
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 I am mental.
 
I am replaying a scene where I shoot zombie aliens as they come up a hill towards me. On the last replay, I hear people laughing; I am making gun noises and shooting at nothing. They think I am crazy. I talk to them and identify them as a series of archetypes and people that I have met previously.
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