Doors. Closed doors as far as I can see. The narrow corridor is streching on. How did I find this place? From where did I enter?
The doors are unnumbered, yet each is distinctive. I start to walk. Looking at each door, I try to recognize them.
How long have I been walking? Wait, this door I recognize, I must have past it already. How could that be? I've only walked in one direction.
Approaching, so close I am almost one with it. Then, softly I listen. There are sounds on the other side, someone is there!
There is no lock, no key, to learn I must listen. I listen again. How strange! I've heard this already. Whoever is there keeps repeating himself. Allways the same, over and over again. Like a memory of the past.
But who is it? Is it me? Something is keeping me back. A presence unseen has got a hold on me. Who can it be? Is it fear? Of what?
There is no point in walking away. There is nowhere to run. I feel encircled. Caught between the nothingness of this corridor and the guarded doors. There is nothing to fight, when I struggle I hear nothing.
