Eva Dias Costa

(Circulation: Level 2 and above only — do not affix to public boards) To all relevant occupants, systems, and structural participants: Please be advised that a temporary gravitational adjustment is scheduled for implementation at an unspecified time. This will occur without warning, explanation, or regard for previous trajectories. Anticipated effects include

(Excerpted Log – Partial Reconstruction) 07:38 – Doors confirm closure. 07:39 – Wind direction logged as “ambivalent.” 07:40 – Subject B reports “a feeling like being misfiled.” 07:41 – [DATA CORRUPTED] 07:42 – Someone says, “I think we’re still inside the metaphor.” 07:43 – Power stable. Lights dim of their

The weather had been strange for weeks. No patterns, only habits. Chairs inching away from desks. Books returning to the wrong shelves. Time arriving early and leaving before the second act. She told no one. Dressed for several climates at once: boots and silk, umbrella and sunglasses. Her bag heavier

She said she was tired of supervising tides and poetry. Said every wolf's howl felt like a performance. Said lovers don’t write any more — they outsource. She left a note carved into the back of a mirror: “I was never a muse. You just needed a quiet

They told her the lighthouse had been automated, but every night the beam blinked once in Morse code: just the letter M. No one else noticed. She began blinking back from her window, out of courtesy. By August, the entire bay was answering. Boats turned in circles. Maps had to

The fridge had a second compartment she hadn’t noticed before. It was behind the cheese drawer, and cold in a different way — not temperature, but tone. Inside were small Tupperware boxes, each labelled with a date that hadn’t happened yet. She opened one and found a conversation, perfectly

The university had a department no one could find on the map. Students were sometimes enrolled by mistake. The syllabus contained only questions that had already ruined someone's life. Exams were silent and self-administered. Those who passed were sent a certificate printed on edible rice paper, which they

Everything arrives just after it leaves. She hears laughter in rooms that were silent all day. Finds warmth in a cup after the tea has gone cold. The dogs still rest at her feet, but only when she isn’t looking. She replies to messages no one sends. Every time

The hallway wore his coat for three days. It never complained. She replaced the doorknob with a small jar of fog. It worked the same, but colder. The children learned to speak in weather. She nodded when they got the season right. He asked nothing, but rearranged the chairs until

The shepherd went barefoot more often than they expected. He did not raise his voice. He folded his hands in ways that made power nervous. The shoes of the fisherman were left at the door. He wore silence like cloth. Not always clean, but never stiff. When he walked into