No one seemed to notice when Suture appeared. It was almost seamless, like evening settling in after a typical workday. No one seemed to remember what was there before, either.
It’s not that this was common sense. It’s that once you enter Suture, you lose track of why you’re there.
So feel free to start anywhere and wander.
Paths
- Clownfish - Saltwater, blue light, and reflective conversation.
- Cold brew - Remi’s morning.
- Moon Opposes Mercury, Forms a T-Square - Syd’s forecast.
My name is Cindy. E-mail: bye.wombat@gmail.com. Built with Quartz.