The Archive
you stroll into the archive. your gaze sweeps across piles of ephemera. among the stacks is:
a poem from an old acquaintance,
a well-read web log,
someone else's archive,
a comic about regret and release,
a very low number,
an obliterated website,
the life of an adventurer,
assorted mathematical trinkets,
writing,
tales of context and comfort,
countless happy accidents,
and
some old farts.