This form is not an application. Applications imply that there is a
selection process, and there is no selection process. The poulinkes
have already selected you. This form is simply the moment you
acknowledge what has always been true.
Fill it in carefully. They are reading over your shoulder. Not
metaphorically. Literally. Turn around if you like. You have already
turned back here. You knew what you'd see.
By submitting this form you agree to nothing and everything simultaneously. Your data will be shared with: the poulinkes, the egg, the flock, and several roosting entities whose legal status is pending. You may unsubscribe by going outside at dawn and saying "I respectfully withdraw" three times to a chicken. The chicken will not acknowledge this. Your unsubscription is still recorded. Membership is lifelong. Membership may predate your life. We cannot confirm when it started. We cannot confirm it will end.
This was not a choice. This was a recognition.
You have always been of the flock. The flock has always known you.
The egg that was laid before your birth contains something that
corresponds to your name. We will not explain further.
You already understand.
Welcome home, poulinke.
A feather is already on its way to you. You may not receive it in a
physical envelope. You will receive it nonetheless.
Your Flock Number: #
A transparent overview of the process.
Your daily life will appear identical. Your coffee will taste the same. Your commute will be no different. This is not evidence that nothing has changed. This is the design.
Not because there are more of them. Because you now see them. They were always there. Behind the fence. At the park. In the dream you had last Thursday. Behind your left shoulder, right now.
Once. Deliberately. Without blinking. For longer than seems appropriate. It will look away first. This is a gift. You will not know what to do with it. This is also fine. This is correct.