I pull back the curtains. A parking lot. In the distance, a camel wanders. The sky is

nearly white with clouds. Oil stains.
I pull back the curtains. The trees are so close together they appear to be hugging.

Caterpillars dangle between them. The colours smudge and blur, like watercolours.
I pull back the curtains. A perfectly groomed lawn with a folding chair in the centre.

A child with Peter Ustinov’s head sits completely still. A lawnmower passes from one

side of the lawn to the other.
I pull back the curtains. Another lawn. Green, but speckled with yellow dandelions. A

rippling breeze.
I pull back the curtains. A conveyor belt carries dolls’ heads from right to left.

When the heads reach the end, they fall off the belt, into a pile on the floor.
I pull back the curtains. They pull themselves closed again.