You see it too, don't you? Don't you?
It's not just us, right?
You see it there, in the art on the P.O.'s Burger and Root Beer sign. Just tell us you see it!
We were right about all those pigs, weren't we? All those pigs showing up again and again? A parade of duplicates, a nightmare of conformity.
We didn't make them up, did we?
And, sure, we see them when we shut our eyes. Sometimes they're hiding around corners, or under the tables in the cafeteria.
Or in the fogged-up mirror after we step out of the shower.
We've been doing this a long time.
We've seen a lot. We've seen too much. Every form of debasement. Ridicule. Contempt. The naked desire to find a helpless victim to kick. The whispered words that manage to make the kick feel like a kiss. We've seen it.
The point is, we know we're a little shaky lately. A little unreliable. We start at loud noises. A slammed door. A car horn. We're on edge.
But we're not crazy. Okay? You know? We still have a grasp on reality.
Just tell us you see it, too.
The smiling pig? In the hamburger patty and the tomatoes and the cheese and the lettuce?
Waiting. Lurking. Laughing.
That's a pig, right? He's in there, right?