Your Unfinished Future

Your walk is over. What follows is only what the rooms noticed.

You leave here with more room around you than the corridor promised, amended in a record you were never shown, and unlisted by every forecast above you. You also go out declining something without ever raising your voice and with your weekend still unspent.

The Domestic Weather Memory Era files your future under shelter. Expect rain indoors, and a voice calling you in before the thunder.

The Civic Time Expansion Era expects you back. It is still holding a day with your name on it and no year to put it in.

The doors lock behind you. The exhibits continue without an audience, as they have for years.