Sometimes,
when I’m sitting by myself and thinking about nothing and everything at the
same time, my feet become cold. And I think, “Ah, my feet are cold,” but when I
think that, I try and think about what ‘cold’ feels like, and suddenly I cannot
remember. So then my feet are not cold. And since my feet feel cold but my feet
aren’t cold, then they must not be
my
feet that are cold.
And then I think about Caitlin’s feet. I wonder if her feet ever feel
cold at night, when she thinks about nothing and everything at the same time.
And I wonder if her cold feet and my cold feet feel the same, or if it’s
different. And when I think like this, somehow, I remember what cold feels
like.
But I don’t think, if I were to ask her about her cold feet, she would
know what I was talking about.
Somewhere in the distance I hear a train.
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