Day 275 of 2026
“Two Directions”
spoken reading· 40s
generating...
WEATHER REPORT — kitchen, dusk
Overnight: a grey front refused to clear. Lingered two and a half hours past its window, origin unclear.
Morning: visibility unlimited. Nothing recorded over bare ivory ground.
Early afternoon: a brief raw-umber system, thirty minutes, source unknown — carried on it, the torn corner of someone else's face.
Evening: oxblood pressure building from four o'clock. Heavy. Ridged. Not lifting until eight.
Winds: two sets of keys, opposite directions, light and contrary.
Outlook: one chair, pushed back. Holding no one.
a rotunda of painted doorways — the kitchen's oil-and-wax wall unwrapped into a full ring of thresholds, each hour becoming a door to a different room of the same house