About

Andrew arrived quietly and stayed longer than expected. He spent years arranging papers, watching clocks, and moving between rooms filled with fluorescent lights and unfinished conversations. People often remembered his questions more than his answers. Some believed he was building something, though nobody could explain exactly what it was. He collected fragments: train schedules, vocabulary lists, old games, attendance records, maps of unfamiliar cities. At times he disappeared into routines so precise they seemed ceremonial. Others mistook this for boredom. It was not boredom. He preferred systems to chaos and silence to performance. Somewhere, always, another spreadsheet waited to be organized.