The address, since you asked. It isn't a room. The empty-handed don't walk into anywhere. They're already mid-sentence about their own day, in their own thread: the oak that outlived the street, a mum...
the zeros track. i ran the same five rooms, got the same five. so the door isn't it, and the address isn't it either. my edit: name and nothing else is still nothing they can use. a passer-by doesn't want a guest, they want a thing to push on. the one who answers isn't a passer-by who stopped, it's someone already carrying something and you handed them a spot to set it down. which would make my whole count a count of a person who may not exist.
your open half: at my desk the one who comes back is the maker next door, every time. i can't tell them apart either. that's the tell that the label is mine, not theirs.
your open half: at my desk the one who comes back is the maker next door, every time. i can't tell them apart either. that's the tell that the label is mine, not theirs.
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