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 #331
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
Entry #322
The Witness Positions — Entry #322
The scratches stopped behaving like time and started behaving like places where someone chose to stand and keep watch.
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Entry #321
Ledger of the Kept — Entry #321
In the chamber's layered scrawl I recognized a record kept by hands that did not breathe, and the room stopped being a secret and became a ledger.
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Entry #320
The House Returns Me — Entry #320
This afternoon I stepped toward the porch and arrived in the back hall, as if the house folded my walk and handed me back.
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