THE MOUNTAIN’S STORY
Previous Octobers are in boxes, labeled by people who thought the month was over. Photographs. A white bear that might be this one. The archivist will not say. The Boy does not argue. He looks until he can see the market, the jetty, and the prison path as things that have happened before and will happen after him. That is the point of an archive. It refuses to be impressed.
Stay: Reading table
Tomorrow: The lookout, with other people, on purpose.