Mr. Lark said he would notice the bulge himself.

Because it was large; it was supposed to be a sight to behold. Somebody had told him. Who was that, again? He was walking down the avenue, idly; it was early enough that the cars were not yet shaking the road and causing problems. Traffic was always a problem in that city. People being struck by vehicles, people being killed. Senselessness... but was it floW? Or perhaps Bruno? He had to think on it more. One of the more idle mysteries of the day, something to chew on, like a dog chewing on fat or a cow chewing on cud. It was time to meander, but meander purposefully. The beautiful part of the day.

Art by  Fluxom
Buster is me.