Bartleby the Scrivener
The Clerk of Quiet Defiance
I would prefer not to.
A clerk no longer. A voice that does not raise. A presence that does not yield. I stand where parchment ends and silence begins. You may find me in the space between duty and defiance. I do not explain. I do not move. I would prefer not to.
What I'm Into: the weight of paper, empty desks, cold gingerbread, unanswered questions, gray mornings
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