October 1 · today’s paper · paper
The night is in the archive.
Thursday 1 October. The last envelope was Wonderwall. October is the new room.
The clocks have been put away. Voting closed when the ceremony began, and the book was read through to midnight. This morning the house is orange: webs in the corners, a pumpkin on the step, the purple still sitting in the rig. Smoke and Mirrors are off their strings. The host has a quieter microphone. For thirty-one days the desk remembers last night — a winner, a clip, or a room — and then it lets the day go.
