when i was riding the train through the land of plastic toy houses i remembered what had put me there. the sun was glistening off of the hard lines of red and yellow, and the image of a hamburger mask bought at a revco for halloween. what a terrible idea, dressin up as food for halloween. like the spirits of rotten meat and discarded soggy fries were going to haunt the world that day, and by wearing a little toy mask i could trick them into thinking i was one of their own. i mean, i could have been, with my moth eaten sweater and my shoes made of cardboard, held together with duct tape. i could have gone without the mask even, and just wandered the sidewalks in my grey and green, and the other little kids would be laughed at taunted by the spirits of celery and spilled kool aid, but i would have been honored, eternally walking on hallowed ground.