Visions of Africa

When I take my mice out of the pool I dry them with a paper towel and set the wet towel to dry on a downdraft table so I can reuse it because I’m concerned about the environment. The towel spoke to me the other day. It said “Africa.”

Or maybe it was the table that spoke, speaking to me through the towel. Because later it seemed to say “Africa, post-additional continental drift.”