Patience, Comrade, Patience
In the hush of an ordinary moment, NIPPY sat staring at the floral tiles of a restroom wall and the vines rearranged themselves into a female face. Startled by the apparition, he rushed out, heart quick as leaves in harmattan, and drew what the wall had whispered: a figure grown from tendrils and breath, proof that muses bloom in the most domestic corners.
