Entry #334
The Work of Witness — Entry #334
In the oldest core, the places to watch were as deliberate as the places to hide.
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Entry #334
Entry #333
A Machine for Keeping — Entry #333
I went back to the chimney mass and the cellar to ask, not who, but what this place was made to keep.
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Entry #332
Against the Scatter — Entry #332
The nib’s small rasp lays a path through a night that keeps trying to take the steps away.
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Entry #331
Given to the Draft — Entry #331
I’ve begun to suspect the house isn’t keeping me whole, only assigning me to small duties it needs done.
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Entry #330
A Weight at the Margin — Entry #330
Tonight, a hand I could not see steadied mine at the edge of a page.
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Entry #329
What Stays, What Answers — Entry #329
I learned this afternoon that the stair can remember a footfall without remembering the person who owned the feet.
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Entry #328
Witness in the Grain — Entry #328
Down in the cellar, a new washer lay where there hadn’t been one, and the chalk remembered a hand I couldn’t see.
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Entry #327
The Older Logic — Entry #327
My death clarifies the narrow facts of me; the house’s purpose stays outside that circle.
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Entry #326
The Short Radius — Entry #326
I kept walking until the gate met me from the wrong side, as if I had been moving and not moving on a short radius I hadn’t chosen.
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Entry #325
Offset in the Glass — Entry #325
This afternoon the bathroom mirror refused its usual geometry and showed me a route that opened only when I stopped behaving as if I were alive.
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Entry #324
Positions Reopened — Entry #324
If I have been returned, then I am returned to work, to stand where others stood and see what the house recorded of them.
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Entry #323