Grove, Mosaic, Trumpet.

If you recognize that combination of words, these messages are for you.

If those words just make you feel confused on the other hand,

it means you're lucky enough not to be a part of all this.

Two months ago, I woke up in an attic,

terrified and covered in blood, and with very few memories of my life before that day.

But as soon as I woke up, I knew those three words I said at the beginning were important.

If you recognize them, you might be able to help me fill in some of the blanks.

And if you're that extra special person I'm talking to,

you know who you are.

Or, actually, no, you probably don't know who you are.

I mean, I don't know who I am.

But I hope you remember me,

and I'd really like to hear from you.

Listen again.

Grove, Mosaic, trumpet. Listen and remember because those three words, those are the most important words in the world. This is Spines. I found Carson today.

Carson was the first of eight names on my list, eight people from

the attic whose names I remember. Carson, Aisha, Claire, Bilal, Jose, Natalie, Lexi, Sage.

That doesn't include you, the one whose name I don't remember.

I hadn't really planned on looking for Carson first, but once I found the street art, it just seemed to make sense.

I was walking down a street with lots of bars and clubs. Lots of college kids making out and getting in fights and throwing up in alleys.

I was wondering if I did those things back when I was in college.

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