THE DOOR! Let them knock. Let them. You can count yourself safe inside, never revealing, yourself to yourself, totally sealed. The telly is your single-eye window to external time, colour by colour, channel by channel, zap zap zap... The door! Let them knock. Who can it be anyway, a lover?.. Men or women, lovers could be windows, each one opening to a different adventure serial after serial, zap zap. The door! Is it worth answering who ever it may be just now? Freedom is a prison of sorts... Janus has two faces, bright door and murky door! No, let it remain shut.