LOST EUREKA

1889.03.05

Tuesday March 5th 1889: Among the muck the young boy finds the perfect stone for skipping recently freed from a quarter century beneath the travellers on Second street.

1889.03.04

Monday March 4th 1889: Following his three weeks of work in solitude, Mr. Hutchins inaugurates his plan to incite more music and dance beginning in the fertile grounds of the Ball.

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1889.03.03

Sunday March 3rd 1889: Behind the Vance block a bird alights on the page selected by a gust of wind, sees the letters f – l – y printed, and takes wing.

1889.03.02

Saturday March 2nd 1889: Once departed, Mr. Robertson has a moment to reflect on the nature of legacy. “We are epitaphs,” he whispers quietly to himself.

1889.03.01

Friday March 1st 1889: With no quarter to spare he sits outside the church window, his soul illuminated, though he sits in the dark.

Thursday February 28th 1889: Holding the clam up to his ear, he hears a little voice whisper, “You will never defeat us, Mister Baird. We were here long before you and we will be here long after. We will prevail.”

1889.02.27

Wednesday February 27th 1889: She warned him, yet he persisted. At the waterfront she gathered up the wind. The birds landed while the trees became still. She poured the wind into his ear, changing his mind.