Prompt

Every creature in the Garbage Dimension is a lesson disguised as a joke, and the Forkupine is no exception. Half‑utensil, half‑urban‑survivor, it scuttles through alleys of discarded intentions and half‑finished meals, collecting stories in its tines. It’s a reminder that even the things we throw away are still watching, still adapting, still becoming something stranger than we planned. This piece continues my ongoing work documenting the ecology, psychology, and ritual logic of the Garbage Dim