The sombrero twisted restlessly in the blue evening light while the line out cable swayed and beat against the air like some organ you might see pulsing inside one of those creepy transparent shrimp. The scene had a Donkey Kong 64 kind of surrealism about it, albeit not as brightly colored: My environment was static, but a few objects stirred with simple oscillations driven by the air currents, and it was fun to imagine that they were actually just doing that of their own accord.
I laid back on my bed, lit my pipe, and began to ponder the gathering of the opposites.
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