He walks around like he owns the world, like the sphere sits in the palm of his hand. He walks into a new town every week, gets what he desires, then leaves. No one knows why he arrives, nor why he leaves so quickly; but everyone noticed. He would buy the more peculiar things, a flower pot, a plastic bin, a dog leash; nothing he bought ever had any correlation. He would waltz into each store and scurry out, and peaked everyone’s curiosity. But by the end of the week he disappeared without a trace, only to show up in a new town and do it all over again.