19 paintings nailed to 19 trees at a rest area somewhere in Texas. Each line of this story was attached to one of the paintings, each paintings had a disposable camera and a story line. Each painting had an invitation to take it home if they found it.

Universal Bazaar By Scott Withers

I am in the Universal Bazaar searching the aisles, awakened from an afternoon nap in which I dreamed the entire country had been flooded.   The water was subsiding and the survivors were left to their own devices.   I was afraid of intruders and the locks didn't work, but I needed to go out.   I didn't know what for.   I woke up several times, each time repeating the scenario to myself so I wouldn't forget.   Each time, the dream continued, but I can't remember anything else that happened.  

When I awoke, I thought of the Universal Bazaar. Listen.

The humming of a hundred fluorescent tubes overhead reminds me of insects and humidity.  

I feel myself smile at the little man, and I ask him my question. Last aisle, says the little man, and I walk over there.   I look back at the little man.  

Keep going, keep going, he smiles and waves his hand.  

I look down the last aisle.   It goes on forever. I cannot see the end, only the vanishing point. Keep going!  

I begin walking into the hot breeze and the brightness.

I wonder if I will ever make it back.