I ate a hamburger on Halloween and by the time I was finished
everyone had dressed up into a costume and everyone had gone
crazy. Not me: I went into a movie house instead and saw a movie
about a crazy person dressed in a white shirt with a crisp collar
unbuttoned at the neck. It wasn’t until much later that I discovered
that this was a costume. In fact, what I was wearing to see it was
a costume. The movie theatre, also, was a costume. Those birds
outside? A costume. Except for that one, walking across the street
on Halloween, looking straight ahead as the cars begin to scream
and honk.
