On the bridge, my city looked new like I had been electroshocked or posttraumatic shocked or culture shocked and my old eyes looked on the same old buildings and saw some slow undiscovered fragment in them like when you learn a new nickname for an old acquaintance. My brain wheezed and the world was an illustration in Goodnight Moon, if in Goodnight Moon they read Goodnight Moon and wished that the room and the moon and the cow and the light all looked like they did in Goodnight Moon.
-Tom Berth, Ides of September Challenge
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