Vinyl fuzz into haze of life. Scrolling thru the something that becomes. & then, there it is. Like the gentle rain of cognition.
& if it combusts, & when. Like, for example, the idea of it leveling up—becoming something stronger. Or it’s a plate of fruit on a pink table next to a bottle of Sherry.
It fits inside the barn. It’s related to the chameleon. In a vast city, it is reading a comic book.