It’s hard not to tell a story, but I can try. A fossil awakens and sings. Before we moved, before the longing of spacetime. On occasion, a creature’s environment influences behavior. Hold still for a minute. We had not spoken about our future. Before the bird stretched its arms. Possibly, it was too obvious. And also, it was imbricated in eye contact, in mechanism. We had not wanted it to happen in a museum. Where bones turn to stories and heat.