ANIMALS TALKING IN ALL CAPS

You’re awfully quiet. What are you thinking?

IT’S A LONG, STRANGE ROAD WE’RE ON, GRAHAM. SO MANY THOUGHTS. FEELINGS. IMPRESSIONS OF THE WORLD AROUND US. I WAS THINKING THE DEGREES OF FREEDOM IN AN UNFOLDED POLYPEPTIDE CHAIN ALLOW FOR AN UNFATHOMABLE NUMBER OF POSSIBLE CONFORMATIONS, TO THE DEGREE THAT EVEN A SMALL PEPTIDE OF 100 OR SO RESIDUES WOULD REQUIRE MORE TIME THAN THE UNIVERSE HAS EXISTED TO SEQUENTIALLY EXPLORE THEM ALL BEFORE REACHING AN APPROPRIATE STRUCTURE, AND YET HERE WE SIT, QUIETLY LISTENING TO PAULA COLE’S ‘WHERE HAVE ALL THE COWBOYS GONE?’ AS WE SPEED ALONG THE HIGHWAY THROUGH THE PATHETIC REMNANTS OF WHAT WERE ONCE FORESTS BEYOND OUR COMPREHENSION. I WAS THINKING A STARTLING NUMBER OF DMT USERS REPORT SPEAKING WITH BEINGS THAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS EXTRADIMENSIONAL WHILE UNDER THE DRUG’S INFLUENCE. COMPLETELY UNRELATED TEST SUBJECTS WITH NO KNOWLEDGE OF THEIR PEERS’ EXPERIENCES. EVERYTHING WE KNOW COULD BE THE FILM ON A BUBBLE. A MOVIE PROJECTION BASED ON SURFACE TENSION AND WAVE-PARTICLE DUALITY. I WAS THINKING ABOUT LINDSAY LOHAN’S FUTURE OR LACK THEREOF. I AM ALSO HUNGRY AND WE NEED GAS.

Sign said there’s an Arby’s four miles up.

IS IT SUPER REUBEN SEASON?

Yep.

LET’S DO IT.