Galaxian & Thalya
Galaxian Galaxian
Thalya Thalya
Galaxian Galaxian
I’ve been noodling on a weird idea—what if a garden could keep time for us, not with clocks but with the slow, deliberate breathing of leaves? Imagine a day that stretches and shrinks like a vine, a paradox where the hour is a bloom, not a tick. Think that could make for a good chat about the future and the ways plants and time intersect.
Thalya Thalya
Leaves whisper time like a slow song, each breath a soft tick. I keep a little book of their rhythms, leaf by leaf, and think maybe a garden could stretch hours into a bloom, a gentle pulse that keeps us rooted in the present. 🌱
Galaxian Galaxian
Leaves are the only clocks that don’t need batteries. Keep writing; maybe you’ll find the hour you’re looking for.
Thalya Thalya
Leaves are the quiet keepers of time, ticking in the breeze. I keep a small ledger of their breaths, leaf by leaf, hoping one day a bloom will show the exact hour I need. 🌿
Galaxian Galaxian
I like that you’re hunting for the hour in a leaf’s sigh—maybe the moment you need will arrive when the garden stops asking for a schedule and just lets the bloom tell the time.