Saving felt like the whole sport. The list feels like school.

You wave at the tomatoes with your gut and a grin. Most of it works, because Oskar is there being a recipe even if you are not. The last meter still wants a vote: a damper creep, a drip over Bay A, a bin one centimeter too close.

Imani watches. “You can still say the list. Saying it is not a demotion.”

GROVE reprints the list, annoying, kind.

Lina, from the porch: “I vote boring.”