Unfenced and Adorned

The road they were on now was curvy and narrow, so the going was slow but at least there were houses to look at. Some of the houses, actually more than you would think, had these big stars mounted on the side of them. They weren't patriotic stars or even astrological stars, they looked more like the punk kid of Southern Living and Pottery Barn was trying to make a name for himself. Dorge wondered if somewhere along the line he had met a wizard and was told he could either live in a world where people put weird stars on their house, or had those gazing balls out in their yards. He hoped he had made the right choice.
His shoes were off and he curled his toes around in his socks and luxuriated in the simple pleasure of having his shoes off in a moving vehicle. He hoped that if Adver were to somehow roll the vehicle, over and over and over, he would remain as calm and relaxed as he was now. He looked over at the steering wheel and thought about just rolling the vehicle himself for a moment- but what was really holding him there was the thinking about why he didn't just roll it himself. Somewhere on that list of hand-stays was the thought that Adver would not think it was funny. Like the time Dorge was asked about the well-being of Adver from some relative strangers, and Dorge told them that Adver was dead. His god had been unhappy with that,  with his offering, and so Dorge took a few seconds to compare himself to Cain. This led him to wondering if crazy people know they're crazy. He decided that they had to know, it's not some super secret. If you're answering your door and you're drenched in your own urine, you have to know you. are. fucked. up.
They were passing a lot of some sort that was open and unfenced and adorned with a small sign that read WE BUY PALLETS and was stacked high, very high, with the wooden pallets used in shipping. Some of the stacks were falling in on themselves and it all looked very skeletal, boards twisted and pointing in all directions and staving off complete rot by only a few hours. Dorge's head twisted around, taking in as much of this monument as he could. He could see his distorted reflection in the car window saying the words Why doesn't someone just burn all that shit down and he focuses his eyes so that there's only one of him in the glass and two of the pallet monuments. He wanted to burn it all and stand on it and ride it into nothingness and still be standing when it was all ash beneath him and grin out from the smoke and fire and his mouth be a red wound in the ash and his eyes dull glass and know. he. was. fucked. up.
But knowing you're not crazy is a kind of hell. It's a kind of hell where you get to be your very own Satan.
Dorge couldn't see the pallets in the mirror anymore and so focused on the hazy nothing again for a while. But he could see his hands caked in ash.
What are you smiling at? Is this when you reach over here and grab the wheel? Adver asked.