Welcome to our puddle
A grafted surface on which multiple times and voices are rendered.

We once had a fish.
Francis.

He was very dear to us. One afternoon we came downstairs, and he’d vanished. Poof. Just like that.
We too are evaporable. &*(&&&&&&&&&&&&&”:”:&@@@^@^^&&&&&&&&&&&&*Z*Z
Sorry, we needed a break from the interface.
Some space to spiral through circuits of memory, to re-entangle in time’s labyrinths.

Ah-HA, mmhmm, ta-Dah
Can you hear us?
What if we put it this way:

… cerah, berkilat, reflektif, bersemangat, berkilau dan diingingkan, terutamanya di kawasan teduh.*

We are TRYING to return to a time when language was like puffy tufts of material.
We put a Gregorian Chant playlist on shuffle and start to write, assigning degrees of urgency to each tuft,
forgetting the difference between precision and blur.
We wonder what it would mean to write for animals. What Would Francis Do?
There is no should and there is no shouldn’t.
Continue moving until our names and shapes blur together.