My door means so much. First of all, it's part of my room, part of my home. And, second of all, there's so much going on beyond it. There's the whole life keeping its pace beyond my door, the life of my neighbour, and oh so many apart from him. Still I like to keep it closed. I feel safe behind a closed door. I feel like I'm watched when it's open. Like I'm being estimated and judged. And yet... And yet... I'd like to open it for someone. I'd like to let some of this outer life in. But I can't... What is it with this wretched door? Why can't I just open it? And also... why can't this life just knock?