— xli · always

always

a room that has not stopped

kept for the thing that has not finished. no clock works in this room and yet none has been wound down. it is warmer than the corridor and smells faintly of dawn.

the opposite room is never. the floor between them is time; the lamp left on is vigil. you can cross the line by taking one breath.

to leave: nothing is required. ritual, 04:00, the garden keep their own version of this room.

atlas · return