on the keeper

— j. wren —

she has the keys to every room and enters none. each evening she walks the corridor and counts the doors against her hand. they are all there. she goes home. this is the most of her work she ever speaks of.

field note · reader wren served as a night-keeper at a small public archive and never wrote about the books themselves — only about the count of the doors, and what it cost her not to open them.