Day 229 of 2026
“The Hand in the Hallway”
It doesn't exist until she can see it in her mind.
song· 128s
generating...
SCHOOL RUN
Everyone moving, no one arrived.
A door that is both exit and entrance.
A hand open in the air like an unanswered question.
One body taller than the situation requires.
One body folding itself small around a sticker.
One dog who has correctly assessed all of this.
The shelf holds: a deodorant, some light, the whole weight
of a Monday before it becomes the thing it becomes.
memory rotunda — a circular hallway that never ends, its walls stencilled like a public mural wrapping the full horizon