February 24, 2017

My brother and I were riding on a tandem bike while my mom and aunt were on a bike ahead of us. We had gotten lost so we stopped to ask someone for directions. Soon after, my brother and I took the lead. A few minutes in, I noticed that the other two were no longer following us. My brother realized that we were headed straight for the “enemy”. I took a quick left into the alleyway to find ourselves surrounded by houses and neatly trimmed hedges.

I kept turning wherever the space between the bushes led me until we had ended up at the intersection to the main road again. I saw a group of scaly people tending to their crops in a small garden through the hedges to my left.

It was getting dark now and my brother was falling asleep on my shoulder. We were now riding through the city when a telephone wire descended right as we passed under it. The wire had whipped my brother head upright from under the chin. I cursed at the serviceman working at the telephone pole, saying that he could have killed someone just now due to the lack of warning.

We sat down at a food stall and I got myself a cup of peanut butter. Some strangers started talking to us. We mentioned the Simpsons briefly in our conversation.

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I had joined a table that was discussing their plans to sell things one day. “What does it mean to sell?” someone asked out of the blue. I said something to the effect of needing to check the truth conditions of an event of “selling”.