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Alone in a hotel. Someone comes knocking on the door—a shadow. They walk away, the footsteps fade. Then comes again. A knocking. Then another. I open the door. No one. Or I should say no one sees me. So I shut the door. I turn around and there is no one. Its just me. The empty room fills with insidious shadows—shadows of the peeled wall, aging lamp, broken tv… me. I sit at the wobbly table—frail legs waiting on a precarious fall. I try to type; the laptop waiting to be typed. But no words come out. No one is here, not even me—the substance of words, of origin, of form and product… no words shall ever come out