Loose zebras! There they go.
No one knows where they came from, and no one knows where they were going.* They just ran and ran, a vision in the streets of Brussels, leaving the rest of us behind to wonder if sometimes cages aren’t made of iron bars but of routines and obligations. Fare thee well, Belgian Freedom Zebras.
* This sentence is completely untrue. They had escaped from a local ranch and have been recaptured.