The room itself. I am looking for it, the room inside the room. Where is it? Here; not here. Or here – and separated from this one by a single dimension. From what perspective does it watch me? From what corner of the eye will it let itself be seen?
I am falling through a room. Or is it the other way round? How long have I been here? How long has the room been unfolding through me?
I would like to cross it, the room. Would like to cross the expanse of floorboards. In a stride I could make it across. A single stride – just one, but how am I to cross?
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