February 13, 2017

“It was morning, it was night. The house was always dark. I stayed close to the man yet still found myself alone. The man took my hand and his fingers were cold. His hand came from the wrong direction. The man said: Why are you so afraid? The man said: The doors are all closed, nothing in this house can get you now. The man said: It is only you and me. But I was not comforted. What was a house if the other person went away, leaving you alone? A house was not meant to be unoccupied…”

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