She closed the bin, logged a correction:
Its second hand swept forward, then back — not keeping time, but repeating it. Lena touched the crystal. Cold as glass. Warm as skin. rj01161652
Short-short fiction / archival vignette The catalog entry was unremarkable. She closed the bin, logged a correction: Its
Then she added one more line, for herself: Some things are archived not to be preserved, but to be contained. Would you like a different genre—poem, log entry, or a musical/sound-art piece based on the same ID? She closed the bin