found · folded inside a book on the third shelf
my dear —
i have stayed a long time. i have not stayed enough. the ribbon i left was a thank-you; i hope it has not been mistaken for an instruction.
the second sleeper began to breathe in time with me toward the end. i pretended not to notice. you will know what i mean.
do not be alarmed by the long quiet hour between two and three. it is not the building. it is, i think, a thing the building is doing on purpose.
in fondness,
— a. corvin
a hand visible elsewhere in the guestbook; the same writer who once left a ribbon, returning by post the year after. a. signs without a first name, as always.