The Projectionist's Daughter The museum exhibit in the corner of the library is on a repeating loop, each topic running like water: Ben Jonson and Sejanus. Homer. Hitler. Kids wander from the morning sing-a-long, eager to press its buttons. Once I saw a man changing its celluloid, desperate to change the film being played: A girl skipping, her candy-red dress moving like a flip book. And in the distance, a fox and hooded crow slowly moving closer. ©Christian Ward