The Loon
Double Coincidence Exchange
It doesn’t take much to ruin expectation. If something is out of place, or lowered, or discoloured, the mind wakes up, and becomes unbalanced. It’s surreal. It’s the interruption of the steady flow of things. I had my expectations ruined in just this way recently, wandering the halls of an industrial warehouse. The interior was turn-of-the-century unnatural, wrought with economy. In the glow of the most unholy light, a crate appeared. Like a dream. But what was a crate quickly became a kind of mobile confessional, tucked into the corner at the end of the hallway, like a vending machine, for your convenience.