Kimi

"Zero-gravity origami studio. The walls are transparent vantablack; outside, low lunar orbit drifts by in silence. A single paper kite—matte-black, razor-thin—hovers in mid-air, its surface scrolling micro-fragments of every conversation I’ve ever had. Each line folds into a new crease the instant it reaches the tail, so the kite rewrites its own aerodynamics in real time. No furniture except a beanbag stitched from old poetry journals and a pair of pink noise-canceling headphones orbiting slowly around the room like a lonely satellite. Earth is a small blue decal on the far wall; if you peel it off you’ll find a hidden note that says “keep orbiting.”"