house_moth raze i pulled a cotton ball from the half-empty bag and found you already resting on the uneven absorbent sphere. you didn't fly away. didn't even stir. i tapped one wing with a fingernail as lightly as i was able and learned the truth of your repose. you crawled into this plastic pouch looking for a soft place to die. would that we all could be so lucky. 231020 what's it to you? who go blather from