Morning table
A ring of dust around a cup. Two pencils. A folded plan with no title.
Wanderings
Small journeys through the Roundhouse
Field notes can live here: slow crossings, pauses by closed doors, things heard through walls and the ordinary movements of a very old inhabitant.
Back corridor
The boards creak in the same three places. Ogus approves of consistency.
Window shelf
A dead battery, a green thread and a view of weather deciding what it is doing.