I have committed to using these numbers to my advantage. I have
begun to assign them to the days as they pass. Perhaps this will aid
me in my understanding of my surroundings. Perhaps I will be better
able to discern between one day and the next. Perhaps my daily
records will become more ordered and meaningful.
I have also noticed that there are books in my library: books that I
had previously ignored, as I could not fathom their meaning, that are
filled with numbers. In these books, numbers appear in great
strings. They are organized in ways that make them easy for me to
manipulate. I suspect there is great meaning in this practice, and
so I have dedicated nearly the entire day to studying these books.
I sign, numerically,
I have continued to study my number books today. While engrossed in
a rather complex manipulation of a string of numbers (the more I
understand of them, the more they actually appear to be similar in
nature to letters and words, as I had originally imagined they were.
At times it begins to seem as though I was not as wrong as I had
initially thought), my attention was pulled to the window by one of
the shadows that so often move across it. Frustrated by the
distraction, I returned my eyes to my study. But as I tried to work,
a slow and creeping feeling would not be shaken from my mind. Some
feeling of familiarity had infected my thoughts and would not be
I returned my eyes to the window, then again to my book. A strange
thing then happened. I imagined the distance between the window and
myself as - a number. A finite distance represented by a specific
number (specific I say, though I had not specified what that number
need be). Fighting the urge to disregard this thought as frivolous,
I then applied to that number the sum of my arm length, added to it
the length that I could reasonably expect to pull from my chord
(without pulling it from the wall) then added to that the length of
the book in my hand. Surely it could be any object, but as it was a
book I held in my hand, it was the thing that I had immediately
entered into the equation.
I trembled at the conclusion to my equation. I stepped as close to
the window as my cord would allow, reached out my hand to its
farthest length, and slowly brushed the curtain with the far end ofthe book.
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