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@RubyMohans Your words mean everything, To me. Always, GRATITUDE & WISHES

@deeptimealien It puts the sun into Your mouth Then it rains Even the square has a tone of finality Life’s ironic and the surrealism your words paint capture each nuance

Love is like rain. It falls. It gets up and falls again. Sometimes it freezes and feels like pins in the skin. Sometimes the heart opens like an umbrella too big for the hands holding it. In gales of gravity, it plunders. It puts the sun into your mouth. Then it rains■ #VSS365

@RubyMohans Dear Ruby, I never saw the loop as punishment. For me, the story shows how casually the world accepts invisible exchanges. The boy gives away something fundamental, yet life simply places him back into the same ordinary queue, altered but unrecognised, and carries on. THANK YOU

@deeptimealien The entrapment so casual in this surreal landscape is horrific Honest yes But the insidious nature of this cycle is heartbreaking

A boy stands in a queue at an ice-cream van. The other children hold coins and bent notes. When his turn comes, he offers a portion of gravity he has already lived. The man in the van nods, accepts it without hesitation. The boy walks away. He gets back into the queue■ #VSS365

@DanielC55186873 You find it all! And I am glad for that. Thank you.

@deeptimealien That's fantastic.

The boy rows. The girl trails her auburn locks in the water. The moon hangs low and full, enough to disturb the surface. They pass through its reflection, continue rowing upward in awe. Behind them, the lake closes softly over the oars. Below, Earth signals and is gone■ #VSS365

A woman folds dresses in a department store after it has closed. The mirrors show mannequins moving between the rails. A signal sounds in the elevator. When the doors open, a mannequin steps out and approaches the woman folding dresses. The mannequin takes her place■ #VSS365

@jshaw_six Fabulous. Thank you. ALWAYS

I am in a pushchair. A woman in a uniform with a namebadge is pushing me. I tell her she smells botanical. Like honeysuckle and jasmine, I say. I do not want Earth's crevasse to swallow me. I want the bees and the birds. The crown shyness of trees. I want to be pushed■#VSS365

They lie on the blanket. The wind carries the notes of the birds to the trees. Vole kneels, cradles Heron’s head as she lies on her back. Vole fixes her hair into tight pretzel loops. A crevasse opens beneath them. The earth falls away. The sky is not blue. They remain■#VSS365

A man checked into a hotel where all the clocks were two minutes fast. He noticed it and said nothing. The receptionist smiled after he had already turned and walked away. In his room on the first floor, a crevasse opened. He fell into it, and arrived back at Reception■ #VSS365

@DanielC55186873 Delighted! You are kind. I appreciate your support. Thank you.

@deeptimealien This is fantastic. I love it.

The moon hung above the supermarket car park like a wound that would not heal. The cashier moved her hands through pears, bleach, cat food. A child dropped a jar of honey. The judgement of sweetness spread slowly across the floor. Everyone watched someone else clean it up.#VSS365

@rachelnewcombe8 Dear Rachel, Thank you for engaging. Delighted you like the tiny tale. WISHES, Al

@deeptimealien I love this.💫👏🏻👏🏻

The panda sat in the bamboo with a seriousness that unsettled the forest. It had begun to study zebras. Not their movement, but their authority. The stripes, it said, were confidence. It wondered why life was unevenly given. Its quiet judgement grew as zebras walked on■ #VSS365

A car full of coloured balloons, packed tight. A mother's eyes dizzy with blinding white heat. A child crying in the back seat. People stand by the road watching it pass, their faces still, their mouths full circle. The car passed through their judgement without slowing■#VSS365

By morning, the wallpaper bore fruit into the judgement-light of summer. Warm rain moved through the rooms. The wall gave up its fruit to the pruning hands of the wall clock. Fallen leaves became a winter rug. The moon hatched above the chimneys. And time began, again■ #VSS365

The birds had already begun. In her eyes, the blazing beauty of the rising sun. The apricot scenting the very air. She moved beneath the parasol. Her velvet lips against his lips. The sweet pulp of summer. The morning immersed in light. The hedges darkening, brightening■ #VSS365

A woman met a man by a river. The water was cold and fast, full of last year’s things. He said he had come to forget something he could not remember. She said she came to see what still returned for her. Immersed up to their knees, he asked where did everything end up■ #VSS365

The town hired a man to repair broken memories. He said you had to be fully immersed to fix them. He wore gloves made of old photographs. When touched, you remembered things that never happened. By evening, people were suing childhoods. In court, it was a normal Tuesday■#VSS365