Two heads sit on shouldered pedestals facing each other. One opens, then the other. Many things come out of the heads as they alternate – wisps of thunderclouds, sets of jacks, storefronts, etc. – things the heads don’t know they contain. In the space between, the things all roil together and rain petroglyphs, lemons, paperclips, etc. onto the marble museum floor. The heads pause to ponder the mess lying all around them.
Then they reach for their mops and the two night-shift janitors go back to their task. The residue of the mess they made remains in their ever-inquisitive marble minds.
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