I'm always surprising myself as I parse the world into yet undefined or vaguely recognized visual beauty worthy of note. One morning, just like in a black and white science fiction movie, strangely life mimicking things called Bike appeared singularly and then in groups in Broad Ripple. They were soon followed by other lifeforms called Limes, early clues, I reasoned, to a rising chromo-mechanical revolution. We had been invaded and I think they are looking at me. Things from space.

I don't know if they will ever make up for the loss of Sigman's Gallery or the old art collective, but their life mimicking posturing, so alone, yet, audaciously present, makes a day a little more interesting, albeit, eerie. Imagine, unliving creatures with the ability to entertain like a dog or cat's hijinks in a still frame by falling over all the time.

They just came one night and stayed. One hung out in front of a neighbor's house across the street for a while. If I would have done that, the local gendarmes would have payed me a visit wondering about my odd behavior.

Why are you standing there in one place so long without a kickstand? What color tribe are you from? The pinks? What did I think of the Limes? You are wearing plaid. How could I stand around in discordant plaids? Looking to clash, eh? A mechanical personality test. That's all I need.

Knowing me, I will ignore the scooters and the authorities. I will probably give up standing around so much and try to walk home without falling over on my side like they frequently do. I can already do that without a kickstand.