little things for big places: To cut the silence, she opened the window next to her bed. A good first step, she thought. Letting in some noise and light from the outside. In the window she found a spider rolling around a strand of web in the window. She barely left the window that day, watching the spider. It made a thread, then a structure, released the thread. It flapped in the wind, sometimes sticking to the window but more often not, just twirling from the end, gently batted in wind. When the threads failed to land where they belonged, the spider ate them, taking its work back down to the abdomen, absorbing the proteins. And then it tried again.