The first line surely counts as one of the greatest of any prose work in English; I can imagine earnest teenagers analysing it in the classroom for years to come. It also made me laugh. And then the second paragraph is quite disgusting. And then the rest, a descent into paranoid alien abduction psychosis. I like the idea of the travel bureau; it sounds so reassuringly mundane – I can imagine the bespittled, fishy aliens in their smart uniforms with peaked caps, handing out towels and complementary drinks and the apologising profusely when they realise they’ve mistaken masturbating-cornfield-man as one of their regular commuters. Hopefully, they have similarly stimulating open-air facilities on whatever exoplanet they’re destined for.
BiC
JonB
Stockholm
ElshaHawk (LoA)