An undeniable statement of the day’s absurdity.

It wasn’t even noon, and already the world felt like a bad joke. She had gotten through the usual crowd of a%$holes and idiots, tried to keep her distance from all the stupid conversations, and was just about to escape when she saw it. Her car. On fire. It didn’t even make sense, but there it was—burning like everything else she’d ever cared about. She stared at it for a moment, took a long drag from her cigarette, and thought, Of course it’s on fire. Why wouldn’t it be?