A world in which you wouldn’t wonder if your family would chose a casket you liked when you are buried. A man, in a suit and tie, kicked rocks down a gutter thinking about what kind of world this would be It could be a bad world, where you never had time to think about such a thing It could be a good world, where you never had time to think about such a thing The man decided, with his brain, that he would like a red casket, to match his red car and red tie The man felt, with his heart, he would want people to decide for him People he loved. He wondered if he would love people like he loves the color red. So he eyed a local pub and decided to try and go in But suddenly he was transported back in time to exactly where he was. It was decided that day, a Monday, he was supposed to go to work. So he eyed the pub, and thought about his car, and went into his office. He had an office on the 12th floor. But he felt, because he loved his red car, he would walk past it And so,over and over, for a period of time that didn’t matter, he tried to walk past it And every single time he got past the 12th floor he was turned back in time to be at its door After a while, he decided that if his red car was a different color, he might love it too. Or might not. So he decided to go into the elevator. He was surrounded by cars, and trucks, and motorcycles He wondered what it would be like to find out what kind of engine they had powering them What kind of mirrors they had, how it would be to see through them He pressed every button in the elevator And just as soon as he did they all became untouched And so he decided to not press anything And eventually the button pressed itself. A car, he thought, would never turn on by itself Unless it was electric Circuits Or blood. His floor opened and he decided to not get out of the elevator But he closed his eyes and closed his eyes and noticed they opened and opened and nothing changed nothing changed nothing changed nothing at all at all at all at at all at all So he got off the elevator after an irrelevant amount of artificial blinks and sat his desk He tried to say hi to a coworker but it wasn’t scheduled that day so he was transported back to his desk So he sat at his desk He turned on his computers He logged in He started his shift selling cars “Hello sir,how was your day?” “Great, you” “Misera- “Terri- “I’m not su- “Sadden- “Maddeni- “Fantast- “The bes- “The wors- “Good. Ha- “Good. What kind of li- “Good. What kind of car are you looking for?” “I’m not sure, I’m looking for a mini van I believe.” “And the color?” “Red.” “Wh-“ “Great! Let’s get the purchase ready for you.” The day went on like this until the man’s lunch break. He went outside to smoke a cigarette because he was told he likes cigarettes sometime ago. He stood in the same spot as earlier and noticed the rock he kicked was in the same spot. He decided than he wanted to die but no-one would know what casket he wanted so he didn’t. And if he tried. He wouldn’t know anymore either And it couldn’t be red. He started to cr- He wanted to screa- He couldn’t take it anymo- He He He He He Went back to work. But just before, he noted the rock he kicked earlier was a different color And on his walk back, a man in a red minivan swooped by, and pulled him inside.