everything feels foreign until it feels familiar
Moving to the city might as well be Jupiter. Everything seems so hostile or absurd. Strangers in a deranged land, drawing the short straw on who is to transform.
My siblings set out one by one. Becoming. Evolving into swirls within the great storm. Less at right angles to the new reality, and returning with decreasing frequency.
We became cloud creatures, originally simply to survive the crush of Jupiter. But new eyes see new order, by becoming part of the absurdity that is now our city.
