Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Twenty-Four

1. Fog.

2. I start to break out in a sweat so I open the door just a little bit, stare up at the cobwebs.

3. Craving coffee.

4. I make my rounds through all of the spaces. What is it about the vertical stripes in the carpet made by the vacuum cleaner?

5. I just need to settle in. I’ve got to stop thinking about what is next without feeling rooted in what is now.

6. “Beringer Room.” I set down my books and walk in, discover a series of interviews from the 1980s. I make a note to return some other time when maybe I can photocopy the pages.

7. So, so hot.

8. But I still can’t remember the last time I felt pure joy.

9. I keep dozing off in the chair. She asks me if I am tired. I am so very tired. She thanks me for my patience.

10. These faces. How they’ve changed and yet how they are the same. So much changes in a year.