Walk a road to a point and die.
Sit still. Inhale. Exhale.
Filter, hang out, make a shell.
Carapace, exoskeleton, skin, so on.
A hoodie underneath a hooded jacket and a baseball cap underneath that.
That's for you, I usually call it a zippy.
A ladder to the moon rendered in pixels because it's what we want(ed).
A pattern doesn't need you to see it
The ocean will never know your name
Nobody predicted grass
Thousands of balls bouncing down steps and pegs, around rocks, over cliffs, swirling in pools, making canyons.
What is this place?
And all the other questions you ask on a Saturday