Rack four still has the two bad lights. Two years and nobody has been up a ladder.
There is a chalk mark on the upright now at roughly my height
that I did not put there and do not need,
because somebody else has started training here on the nights I do not.

So I moved my collars over to the right pin and left the left one clear.
That is the smallest sentence I have ever written to a stranger,
and it is longer than anything I said out loud in my first year.

The Book of the Ghost — Return 38:2