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Today’s menu options:

1. Lemon pepper salmon with mashed potatoes and asparagus.
2. Etherial floating through half-vacant housing developments in the southwestern desertscape. The only green is wild sagebrush and the occasional front yard cactus. The temperature is 110°F, but every time you float underneath a tree branch you can actually feel the shade on your skin. Only distant mountains and a stray cloud mark the landscape beyond the suburban labrynth. You float from Honeydew Drive to Sunrise Lane, and then Orchard Grove Rd. You see no people. You cannot even envision ghosts of residents past. Everything is dusty, yet sanitized. Encapsulated. Divorced. Alienated. Strange. Life in the uncanny valley.
3. Turkey sandwich on rye with bag of chips and a soda.

Other menu items:

1. An entire milk pail filled with rich, piping-hot cream cheese.  Two disinterested friends stand back-to-back with one arm pervaded with swirling cream cheese, producing a tiny storm in the air.
2. A warm, buttery cake, dipped in molten chocolate, topped with powdered sugar and dusted with confectioners’ sugar.
3. Sausages stuffed with fried pepperoni, served in a bun.  Served over green beans and steamed green vegetables.
4. Sweet potato and spaghetti.  Served with brown gravy and ranch dressing.
5. An entire milk pail filled with rich, piping-hot cream cheese.

More strangeness I can’t seem to get out of my head:

1. Six cups of soy milk.  Expertly made in the back of a coffee shop. With a thick layer of clear liquid suspended at the top of the glass.  A steady stream of perfectly dispersed almond milk pours into the bottom of the glass, almost imperceptibly.
2. A package of three different chocolate-chip cookies, each a different color.  They look like tiny little chocolate granola bars.
3. A large rectangular cardboard box with a dry white label printed with the words, “IM A NEAR-HEAVY-MAN.  GET ME OUTTA HERE.  GET OUTTA MY DIMENSION.”  It contains four large oval cookies about as large as your fist.
4. A piece of mint chocolate chip ice cream, translucent and uniform in color.  It melts like butter on your tongue.