Circles the Well
Do not reply; there is no address
that will hold.
I have begun the record. Who reads
it I cannot say.
— A.
You will say that I was mad. I have made my peace with the word. It is the word the village fixed upon me, the way a flock of crows fixes upon a single roof and will not be moved, and I will not quarrel with it now. I ask only this: that you weigh the small and terrible arithmetic I am about to lay before you, and then say it — if you still can.
My name is not for this page. I kept the old well. You lower the bucket, you raise the water, you tie the iron key back upon its nail — this last a thing my grandmother did, and her grandmother, for a reason none of them ever named to me.
My brother began to change at dusk. Not at noon. Not at the dead middle of the night. Only at dusk —
Edition 001 · File nº I
The One Who Circles the Well
Quarter I · Arabian Peninsula · The Warning
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A dispatch was filed from a fort-town at the edge of the eastern wadi. It concerns a well, an hour of the day that belongs to neither the sun nor the night, and a number that would not stop being twelve.
The Post has verified what could be verified. The rest is enclosed exactly as it was received — the field notes, the agent's dispatch, one photograph, and the record cards. What you conclude from them is your own affair.
- Contents
- Field Notes zine · dispatch slip · postcard · 2 record cards · seal sticker
- Format
- A6 · saddle-stitched
- Pages
- 16 + wraparound cover
- Language
- English
- Sealed
- Mylar, numbered lot
- Origin postmark
- Bahla, Arabian Peninsula
- Dispatch
- Once a month, first week