Curator's Note
The coil that would not keep
It was found the way all great things are found. By accident, on a walk, among wet leaves and the tip of a blue pole. Most visitors step over such things. One did not. One knelt, and looked, and saw a spiral so complete it could only have been meant.
By evening the forest had taken it back. It left no body, only a photograph and a warm ring of light. The hall acquired the light. The hall keeps it still.


