[ IP ] The City of Palaquin

A bustling city in my gut. A woman argues with a grocer over the value of a loaf of bread. An old man eyes fresh hams and grasps his stomach. A child catches a toad and shoves it into his pocket for later. 
 
 A father herds his children into the car. His husband loads the luggage. The children chatter excitedly. What will it be like? Are his eyes really that big? I bet we could sneak into the nose. 
 
 In another gut, just an arm's length away, a man sets down his paintbrush. It took him months, and it's done. He marvels at it, and the awe slowly fades away. Years pass by, it's just background noise now. Occasionally though it catches his eye, and he remembers the first time he dipped the brush into the paint.
