Lining up toys, an early warning sign of …
I can almost see a savannah-bound animal through the not-so-distant mist of time, but the fog has turned unusually dense today and has taken on a strange and net-like form: endless beads tied upon strings, countless wheat planted row next to row, road and track and wire gridded for mile and mile and mile, city block connected to city block, house abutting house, millions of books arranged on shelves (and in each book, letter attached to letter, line upon line upon line), assembly plants running straight as an arrow from entry door to exit, and people queued up everywhere to acquire item after item after item.
Lining up toys, an early warning sign of … a disorder?
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