I brought little in my backpack, only a few scraps equaivalent to one small tshirt. I cobbled the pieces, careful not to breathe too hard, a featureless creature smaller than a thread spoil appeared. Months later when I had more, I refilled him, he bluges and is heavy for his size. I stitched ‘now’ over his belly. Sprinkles knows he is the best cumulated effort of every moment of ‘’now’.