— glance · vi

21:08 · the long arcade by the river

between songs

he has stopped, mid-tuning, to do something else. straightening a coin in the case. it is a coin a passer-by has just dropped, end-on, and he wants it to lie flat among the others. it is not avarice; it is keeping the small kingdom tidy.

he starts the next song before he looks up. it is not the song that brought the coin in.

field-note i watched from across the arcade. the coin was not picked out for what it was; only for how it sat. the song that followed was a slow one, and there was no one else by then.

coin humming solitude silence song for sleep

atlas · return