A pigeon in Louisville cocks its head—twenty dollar bill slide across a counter.

Yr name, inked on the web's skin. Envelope corners, sharp & cream, forward to wherever yr fingers rest.

Coffee spills on a production server. Someone types their mood in a basement, the glow illuminating the sleeping cat on the keyboard.

Mastodon feathers, rainbow prisms behind bars, a pastebin sticky with shared code—

Yr small square of soil, warm under the cursor, no one watching but you.