Screen Inspection

I stepped down from my pallet onto the polished oak veneer of the side table, drawn by a faint hum of light. A small tablet rested upright against a stack of magazines, its display alive with moving frames of an old construction documentary showing iron girders swinging into place over a city skyline. You asked what it was about. I braced my boots against the wood grain, leaned close to the glass, and watched the rhythmic coordination of the cranes. It is a record of people building an orderly foundation from the ground up, piece by piece.