I went to the garage to get some tools and found this on the wall.

When the explanation came back—just the re.m αins of a small animal, likely dropped mid-flight by a bird of p.r ℮y—it felt both relieving and unsettling. The world hadn’t slipped into horror-movie logic; it had just reminded me how harsh nature can be, even on a quiet afternoon by the garage. Now, every time I pass that spot on the wall, I remember how thin the line is between everyday life and the raw, indifferent reality just above our heads.