This man looked exactly like a clown. It was actually striking. His hair was exactly like Bozo The Clown. And his nose was even that perfect bulbous shape. He looked like Bozo The Clown with brown hair and without makeup. I couldn't do anything but stare, and continue to stare.
And he never looked back at me. It creeped me out, like he was a monster. He had a book bag with him, a brown Powell's Books book bag, dirty as all hell, with browned white lettering. The kind of big square letters that only a bookstore puts on their bags. And it's stuffed. To the brim. With stuffed animals. Of every size and every species.
There is even a stuffed robot doll. The kind that looks like it would transform from a robot to a car or something.
Each stuffed animal is dirty too, like they've been collected from stuffed-animal orphanages. Like the runts of the litter, gathered up for culling. One dog is missing an eye. His other one dangles around,
watching the world in terms of what the floor looks like. I imagine for a moment seeing only a person's feet. Hearing their voice, but seeing only their feet. It would be much worse than being tied up in a cave and seeing talking shadows, thinking that is all there is of the world.
What's more, the fact that his eye swings makes me think he would know there's more to the world, than those people tied in the cave. He knows there is more but cannot see it, because the weak force of
gravity keeps him looking down.
I think of how many people let his happen to them even though their eyes don't dangle.
Be enlightened like the one-eyed dog. I think to myself, in sudden desperation.