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A sheep-octopus hybrid rides the subway holding a briefcase.

The man in front has not blinked yet.

Step 6 is the only panel without another person.

Bright fabric holds still, grinning toward a lens it trusts.

Neon dread blooms where Hawkins kids dare pedal.

Two souls divided by glass, speaking across impossible worlds.

Even balloons have opinions about Soviet-era politics, apparently.

The napkin was sourced locally. The crown was not.

A blue jay holding a bat stands at home plate.

Visitors from beyond, soaking up our yellow star.

Even the centipede showed up before the fish did.

Man lifted by rocket chair, crowd cheering below.

Even the Pope showed up for this one.

Pie chart, eyeball, brain, cubes, printed text, glass.

Billboard, statue, crowd, fence, red stains, refinery towers.

Grief drips from the ceiling, cold and silver-scaled.