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driving along a highway. (if i knew names, i would put them down. but i don't navigate this way.) driving. on the road with me is a truck, two trailers worth of caged hens being hauled somewhere. inside, the hens jump and flap and make noises while emitting a foul stench.

at a set of lights, i get caught. the truck doesn't. i don't see it again, but the chicken feathers float like messages in a bottle, begging for help along the highway until i turn off it.