One walks into a room. One leaves it.
One recalls people. One forgets. One is there, bright, large. One is gone. One isn’t there.
One leaves to enter. One drowns to swim. One says farewell to say hello, and one now doesn’t know quite what to say. One realises one is neither staying or leaving, coming or going.
But one is. In the middle of a linear timeline. Two dates, a birth and a ____>
One tries to remember, outside the room, what it looked like? It was dim, nearly lightless. There were bright, lit geometric shapes.
One is waving, loudly.