Library Room | Wenatchee, WA | October 2019
The library room where the kids’ story hour takes place is mostly empty now — one chair and illuminated reminders that light travels in a straight line. The strips emphasize the room’s geometry: Parallel bands in a cube of quiet. I squat low to feel the warmth of sunlight’s arrival. All’s still and silent, until … Crunch! I turn to find a young woman sitting on the floor in the corner, big coffee-table book spread open, bag of potato chips within easy reach. “Oh, sorry,” she says, munching. Then: “You seem really interested in the floor. Are you, like, the carpet guy?”