I didn't expect to come here. The view is good and seagulls take bread from my window. One of the others here shot seagulls, but only during the winter. In summer, they're full of worms.
Winter.
The unimaginable zero winter.
I may not know you but I might have seen you somewhere. In my past, in my dreams, in my present. Say Hello, next time. I won't bite.