The day in three parts. Nothing here explains itself twice — read each on its own, or watch what carries between them.
*Every ledger this week was, in the end, a container that lied about what it held until something official made it open.*
The record does not know it is telling one story, but it is.
What was buried in metal, in silence, and in plastic all surfaced on the same page of the record — concealment, it turns out, keeps a schedule.