What is wrong with you?
It was silent.
The water doesn't drip, the trees don't fall and create minuscule shavings to be blown away.
Buildings don't crop up like warts on the smooth plastic surface.
You globular piece of educational mishmash.
Nothing on you.
The papers overlap. Some cities go off the map.
Ridges on watery distances.
Things don't matter.
What is right with you?