04:14 · long corridor, north wing
not approaching. not departing. it has been there for the length
of a held breath, or rather more than that.
if you let your gaze relax it is clearly a coat on a hook, a
shadow where two walls meet. if you look directly it is again
a person, very small, considering you politely.
the corridor ·
a stranger ·
the stair ·
witness ·
the window
— observed twice in one evening, in slightly different light. no one passed me on the way back.