Anniversary '01

Pake at work.

 Pake slipped out soon after we arrived, and reappeared a while later with a box full of someone's life. Photographs, a notebook with carefully ledgered living expenses spelled out in detail, a collection of wooden chopstick paper wrappers, and on and on. His hands flew as Pake made an initial pass through the box, almost casually assessing the significance and value of its contents. But I'm not fooled. I'll bet that after the first pass, he could chant back everything he'd seen.