Nearby, a pink octopus lies dead in a pool of sea water, its tentacles wrapped around a crumpled sheet of corrugated aluminum that may have been a roof, a gate, a wall.
Bacteria added to the solution produce long filaments of cellulose that clump together to form thin mats of fabric that float on the top of the mixture.
End up a cup of worth waiting for milk tea, the tongue, foot is worth around the read, like to follow the piano in long holiday tunes, elegant and moving, the soul of idyllic with music shrivel.