The room
A grain-tall room with a small clock
The silo is not a theater of release slogans. It is a clock and a thermometer. Toren times. Hattie writes freeze. Nobody names a head until the wait is visible.
Suite 3 used to store elevator paperwork. We kept the tall window because prairie light is honest in winter. You can see the capitol corridor without leaving the mat.
The clock is analog on purpose. A decimal dump is easy to hide in a spreadsheet. A hand moving is ruder.
What the bin wall holds
January gloves pinned with dates. They are not decor. They are reminders that leather changes the wait.