favorite_border
1
subjectDescriptionexpand_less

Over twelve months, there will be twelve single birds. only twelve. Just Walter is the third bird in this collection.

The residents building was tall and gathered steps at its sides. In the room where they all went to dance, there was a clean floor. One curtain had slipped and was awkward. The light came in through a closed window, was bright and a lessened warm. There was a clock that would tick to tell a visitor that their day was going. And all around were chairs and chairs. At 4pm, though the chairs were often empty, Walter would perform. The light would catch him while he danced. In the distance you could hear the sound of the forks and spoons and glasses that there always were at that time of day. Walter would dance for many minutes and would never say a word at all. He was happy and so did not find a need for sentences. Every now and then his turns would make a squeaking sound, which sounded sometimes as if it were in conversation with the spoons and forks and glasses too. Walter danced very well and his friends liked him. That is sometimes just how things are supposed to be.

vertical_splitAbout twelve fables.expand_more
these twelve bird understandings.
playlist_play
ballotDetailsexpand_more
Contract Address
Token ID
Token Standard
ERC-1155
Blockchain
Ethereum
Metadata
Centralized

No. 3. Just Walter

visibility
84 views
timelinePrice Historyexpand_less
keyboard_arrow_down
local_offerListingsexpand_more
  • Price
    USD Price
    Expiration
    From
tocOffersexpand_less
  • Price
    USD Price
    Floor difference
    Expiration
    From
swap_vertItem Activityexpand_less
Event
Price
From
To
Date
view_moduleMore from this collectionexpand_less

No. 3. Just Walter

favorite_border
1
visibility
84 views
timelinePrice Historyexpand_more
keyboard_arrow_down
local_offerListingsexpand_more
  • Price
    USD Price
    Expiration
    From
tocOffersexpand_less
  • Price
    USD Price
    Floor difference
    Expiration
    From
subjectDescriptionexpand_less

Over twelve months, there will be twelve single birds. only twelve. Just Walter is the third bird in this collection.

The residents building was tall and gathered steps at its sides. In the room where they all went to dance, there was a clean floor. One curtain had slipped and was awkward. The light came in through a closed window, was bright and a lessened warm. There was a clock that would tick to tell a visitor that their day was going. And all around were chairs and chairs. At 4pm, though the chairs were often empty, Walter would perform. The light would catch him while he danced. In the distance you could hear the sound of the forks and spoons and glasses that there always were at that time of day. Walter would dance for many minutes and would never say a word at all. He was happy and so did not find a need for sentences. Every now and then his turns would make a squeaking sound, which sounded sometimes as if it were in conversation with the spoons and forks and glasses too. Walter danced very well and his friends liked him. That is sometimes just how things are supposed to be.

vertical_splitAbout twelve fables.expand_more
these twelve bird understandings.
playlist_play
ballotDetailsexpand_more
Contract Address
Token ID
Token Standard
ERC-1155
Blockchain
Ethereum
Metadata
Centralized
swap_vertItem Activityexpand_less
Event
Price
From
To
Date
view_moduleMore from this collectionexpand_less