315

We pin all of our hopes on 315, because there is nothing else of substance available on which to stick the sharp point of a hopepin.

This was at least four months in the making, if not several years of slow decline to an inevitable bottom. But this is a bright bottom. They are lucky. They can afford to be cared for and catered to, when so many are relegated to dusty corners and sub-par standards. If they allow it, they might even flourish, away from one another and the four walls of 315.

If nothing else, I did all I could to help get them there. Now they just have to stay.