As soon as he stepped foot upon the crossroad early last year, Buurb knew this was actually Collagesity set in the future.
It was 20 meters down the road where his more psychic wife first realized this, but that turned out to only be a strong reflection. Merely a T-junction.
Because this was the ‘X’ that led home. Mabel would be waiting with a pot of something or ‘nother. Perhaps bean stew tonight. He better make his way through the trash again.
Sunklands 