It is not the text that concerns me.
It is the need to open it again.
I close it.
Without a clear reason.
And I am already checking whether I closed it properly.
I do not remember leaving it open.
But I also do not remember the exact moment of closing it.
That is the strange part.
The room of lime is the same.
Or almost the same.
There is dust in the air.
But this time it feels slower.
As if it had already been suspended before I noticed it.
I do not know if I notice it now
or if I had already noticed it before I could name it.
There is a dark stain on the floor I do not remember.
Or maybe I do, but not like this.
I move closer.
Not to see it better.
But to confirm it is still the same.
That is the gesture I do not fully recognize.
I have read a sentence.
Then I have read it again.
Not because I did not understand it.
But because something in me did not accept that I already had.
The idea of the system does not appear as an idea.
It appears as repetition.
It does not command me.
It does not insist.
It only allows me to return.
I realize something uncomfortable:
I am not reading.
I am verifying that I already read.
But that certainty also changes.
Because by checking it, it becomes less stable.
There is a moment when my hand moves toward the edge of the table before I decide to do so.
It is not anticipation.
It is recognition.
As if the gesture had already happened once without leaving a record.
I do not know if the room is quieter.
Or if silence has shifted inside it.
The thought of the “Marquis” does not appear as a figure.
It appears as revision.
As something that forces me to go back.
Not out of curiosity.
Out of doubt.
I reopen the text.
Not immediately.
One moment later.
That moment is what I cannot explain.
And now the question is no longer what is happening.
It is something else.
When I started checking without realizing it.
My neck does not move yet.
But I have already felt the impulse before recognizing it as mine.
I do not know if I am anticipating it
or if it already happened and I am arriving too late.
I have to move my neck…
but I am not sure I am the one deciding it.
