"You ever notice how a thought can orbit around your head like a comet?" Ask Jose, he lost his lunch a while ago—probably floating with the snacks. Orbiting closeness, yet somehow distant.
Navigate whims of memory or slide into unplanned spaces where ambiguity reigns like a king without a crown.
Notes littered across glyphs of the screen no more than echoes in the vast digital cosmos. "Yesterday, I saw a chicken talk to a paintbrush," chuckled Mia. But wasn't it Thursday?