Filed Under

Intro – Cold, minimal]

I didn’t leave it there.

The room was wrong before I stepped in

Too clean where it should’ve bent

Folders stacked in a different way

Air disturbed like it’d been replayed

Nothing missing, nothing loud

Just alignment shifted half an inch

That’s when I saw the ink

That’s when I felt the pinch

Not a warning

Not a threat

Just a name I didn’t expect

Someone filed me

Before I finished

Someone learned my shape

And wrote it down

I don’t know the hand

I know the pattern

And the name keeps coming back around

Printed once, then written twice

Different paper, same damn lines

Not signed big, not meant for me

Just labeled like a certainty

I erased it, walked away

Saw it again three blocks from there

Same name, different place

Like it followed the space I’d been

I don’t believe in coincidence

Not when it spells itself the same

Someone filed me

Before I finished

Didn’t knock

Didn’t chase

Just left a mark

I don’t know the face

I know the work

And the name is learning how I move

Dan.

Ink doesn’t lie.

People do.

Someone filed me

That changes things

Not panic

Just revision

I don’t feel hunted

I feel studied

And now I know

I’m not alone in this

I’ll adjust.

They always do.