A long run today. Seventeen miles.
When I started out it was cold, and I dressed for Winter. Halfway through the sun came out and it was definitely a warm Spring day and I started to dehydrate, like, a lot.
I saw things on walls. The train, I’m pretty sure was real, but not the sign on Great Western Road. It was in a newsagent’s window, and said:
SUPER SECRET MONKEY TOASTER
I stopped to look at it, and it still said that. When I turned my head away it briefly said:
SMALL WORLD MONEY TRANSFER
When I looked back, monkeys all the way. One of these signs only exists in my mind.
I know which one I prefer.
I may lie down now. I feel unusual.