The wooden chests of yesterday's forgotten mail, unsealed due to accidental clutter. One missed its destiny, a telegram from Gorgonzola announcing “Temporary Disappearance.”
Nesting within the forgotten shadows are murmurs of a bygone cheese.
Here, the tapestry woven from silence unravels: unsolicited advice from ancient pigeons, prophecies foretold by random kitchen utensils, and the occasional existential crisis voiced by hanging laundry.
Relics speak, yet do not. All around are the chuckles of vengeful pastries and naps postponed. It’s a delightful discord.
Further Down the Rabbit Hole