wildcat

As the winds roar and the snow falls slash plummets earthward, the library is an almost empty corpse of itself. There are, at best, only meandering microbes at play. Mostly I listen to the insipid hum of about two dozen computers talking to each other via whirring fans while I stare (alternately off into space and at the screen, or at whichever body happens to come up to the desk as it stands, monolithic, up at the front).