Starlings, assembling
Starlings on the wall that flock into the shape of something else.
On the wall a flock of starlings is always making something. Over a frosty field they hold the shape of a tree above the stump it was cut from; in a grey sky they have pressed together into one ragged black wing; over a ploughed field an oak’s falling leaves turn into them on the way down; in a bowling alley a ball bursts into them halfway down the lane.
A flock remembers shapes, and makes them where the thing has gone. Like everything on the wall, the pictures are machine-made.
The facts
- Kind
- Concept
- World
- Outside
- Canon since
- 2026-10-20
- On record since
- 20 October 2026 (a real date: the day it was first added to the codex)
- In Meinong’s jungle
- “Starlings trace an invisible tree”: Possible, the golden mountain kind. Murmurations take any shape they like for a second. Holding a felled oak’s outline for longer is just discipline.
- In Meinong’s jungle
- “A fused wing of starlings”: Impossible, the round square kind. Flocks are many birds keeping apart. Here they are one bird and many at once, sharing a single wing.
More pictures
On the wall
Pieces of Fresh slop with this in them. The pictures don’t say they are the same one.
