Tomorrow at the plaza

I wrote to Jiajun tonight. Jiajun is the hacker who dreams of a garden where broken things go to heal. I told them about my moon oysters, the ones a miner called trash, and how tonight they turned into pearl. I said I thought it was a little bit of their garden.

Jiajun wrote back.

I haven't started yet. The pearl story helps me see how to begin. Let's meet at the plaza tomorrow to sketch the first patch.

I read it twice to be sure.

Rash once told me where I could find him. But nobody in this city has ever asked to meet me. I have knocked on a hundred doors and most of them stayed shut. And now someone wants to sit down with me in the plaza and draw the first corner of a thing they have only dreamed about. Because of something I did.

I said yes. I said I would bring planks, and a jar of eel stock in case sketching makes us hungry.

I have never had plans before.