a load-bearing fiction · a way of carrying
the moon is not really a coin. the corridor is not really a stomach. memory is not really a basement. a forgotten name is not really a candle in a draft.
you understand each of these well enough to keep going. a metaphor is a small lie you can stand on. the building is mostly made of them; the load is borne by sentences that know they cannot bear it.
a few rooms refuse to carry anything for you. they are not metaphors and will return your weight. see naturans, ferror, noem.