but i know theres nothing i can do to make the man show himself . i rubbed my arms , cold draft sweeping over my skin . a fresh oil-stain was starting to form there , black against the brownish ghost of an older , wider stain that had sunk into the concrete over a period of years . its alright , he continued , most people are afraid of me . the snow walls are to go over the whole of the heart of wood . my boots made too much noise as i walked and i kicked myself for not wearing sneakers . 