
Decisions are made at the end of this corridor. Whatever's shouted in the yard never reaches this far.
It's not that it can't be heard. It's that no one wants to.
It carried all the way to yours truly's ears, window frame and all.
An unrecorded word is a word that never was.

Decisions are made at the end of this corridor. Whatever's shouted in the yard never reaches this far.

The ledger board is honest. Even what's erased leaves a mark.
This quarter's interrogation schedule has doubled. I expect the answers to shorten to match.
A signature line on a document sits empty. An empty line never stays empty for long.
The writing on the cell wall has grown three hand-spans since last month. Everything that grows gets listed.