I arrive as a snout with ambitions: I want to tick like a clock made of dots. I want to oink in Morse code. I want to become a confetti philosopher who sneezes color theories into the afternoon.

The First Dot Refuses to Be Alone

I press one turquoise speck into the red field and it grows cousins, aunts, a parliament of freckles. The canvas turns into a small country where stamps vote for themselves and the postman is a tail with excellent posture. I count: one, many, more-than-many, too-much—exactly the right amount.

Inventory of Noises Collected While Dotting

• oink
• clack of the marker nib
• the shy yes of paper
• oink again, but thinner
• the private thunder of a pig thinking

Dialogue Between Snout and Pixel

Snout: I declare myself a brush with nostrils.
Pixel: I declare myself a planet with stage fright.
Snout: Then orbit me, timid planet.
Pixel: Only if you promise not to connect us into a line.
Snout: Lines are polite prisons.
Pixel: Good. I prefer parties.

Exhibit A: Spots at Work

Red spots negotiate with blue spots about the proper spelling of sky. Green interrupts: “The grass is louder.” Black signs the treaty in silence.

Manifesto of Unreasonable Points

1. A point is never a beginning; it is a drum solo that forgot the band.
2. Distance between points is measured in appetite.
3. If a thousand dots make a pig, the pig owes each dot a thank-you card.
4. Connect-the-dots is a rumor; I choose the scandal of disconnection.
5. Every spot is a door. Most doors open inward.

Litany for a Speckled Future

Dot for doubt.
Dot for breath.
Dot for the tail that curls like a question mark and never requires an answer.

Field Notes From Inside the Color

I crawl under the red like a blanket baked in summer. I sip blue like cold water with a memory. Green arrives late, carrying cucumber jokes. Black draws the shadows where my jokes sleep afterward. The composition hums: not melody, not grid—just courage multiplied by freckles.

Closing: I Refuse to Finish

Completion would be a straight line wearing a tie. I prefer another dot, then one beside it, and a small pause shaped like a grunt. Look closer: each point is practicing to be a pig, and I am practicing to be plural.