there was water caving in the ceiling panels so that the carpet twenty feet below looks like an asteroid belt.

now the water sits on a tarp because I told the school librarian that it was finally raining inside.

on the other side of the library someone has set up several trash bins in hopes of catching other drips and leaks.

I like staring at the holes in the wall where either decay has happened or mold is growing thicker.

it is scary to think that below our feet the reason for such tired, aching head pains might be black and forever.

also, look at all the books that are going without use because they are more than five years old.

nothing is relevant not even the dust off your arms and hair not even the flakes you could call part of you.