Why do you keep imagining that someone called your name from somewhere off in the distance, only to find that no one is there? Why are the only words that you know in Hungarian a selection of paint-peeling curses? Why are you getting overdraft notices for an unfamiliar bank account under a name you’ve only answered to during vague half-remembered dreams? What is that skittering sound coming from inside your walls? Well — these are all just the very most wrong questions possible! The correct question (we can’t call it “right” in a humane sense, as some people are mandated to avoid left-hand turns as a matter of necessity, when they work for UPS) is . . . : IS IT ABOUT A BICYCLE? Color of the day: Scheele’s green. Imagine a Scheele’s green bicycle. Imagine investigating that Scheele’s green bicycle through Hell. Imagine, imagine, imagine! And you aren’t even allowed to make any left-hand turns!