Felix

Felix walked through waist-high grass allowing the ends to skim his fingertips; to quell an anxiety that he knew was after all, unwarranted Our empire of glass and smoke and plastic amused him, transfixed him and with a cool grin he contemplated the movement, color, noise neon and perpetual before him His alpine eyes rung, hopeful for us as he asked old questions of our top-of-the-line policies and one could not help feeling some pride while chauffeuring him from the interstate uptown to the eurofashionable plaza where soy products are peddled and all of this time how absolutely Swiss of him at the airport he finalized a three page journal entry concerning his days among us and our how our curious attractions and voluntary exchange of flesh for capital had impressed upon him a terrible understanding he is a dreamer let us leave him.