Last night I returned to Robarts just before closing, walked through door N as usual. I had halted in the same position as before, in ceremonial calm, muscles shoving gravity straight through my spine, down along the radii of the earth, deep to a massive infinitesimal centre. Mind open to the light let in through eyes, vision skating from left to right, graceful return, lowered, left to right, graceful return, lowered, left to right, graceful return, lowered, left to right, graceful return, lowered, left to right, graceful return, lowered, left to right, graceful return, lowered, left to right, graceful return, lowered. Floor. A bug. A mite. Something alive with cursive legs like longhand undotted i's tip-toeing beneath the books at a nonchalant pace, reading the floor with its antennae.