This part of an ongoing project I am working on called AGEISM.

Pest Age

In the town of his mind a government truck haunts the streets. It tows a vapor trail of white miasma for miles like an endless albino snake. The townspeople are scheduled indoors. The stupid and insane try to catch the drift with butterfly nets, then go back indoors to bang their heads against empty dinner plates. In the town of his mind everything has a place. Outside the town, a black cottage stands alone. It is the last building to see the sun each day. A hypnotist quietly lives there. He looks out a window. He is the last to see the white truck go over a hill.