Tag dated 09-22-2004: someone
held the door for us/
The intercom watches
him hop down from the fence. The little speaker above the keypad, nine
hands in all. There are many combinations but tonight is the only one
where this occurs. The figure crouches when he lands and does not rise
at first. He is making sure he is alone. He thinks of the crowbar that
protrudes from his bag and pulls it out.
The intercom takes note of this, thinks only of its door and how no
number of strikes will come out to the correct combination. It watches
as the figure passes it and goes down two more doors to the one
occasionally left unlocked. There, the figure contemplates how best to
break the lock. The intercom of that door, a quiet neighbor, does not
watch or contemplate at all.
Despite its function the intercom is not an attentive listener. It does
not know why the figure pauses at intervals, and is only marginally
aware when the figure breaks the lock with just two crude strikes. For a
while, then, it sees stillness. No animals move in the woods beyond the
fence, no cars pass, the power lines do not even sway slightly in the
breeze.
The figure emerges, having filled his empty expectations. He adjusts the
added weight in his bag and scales the fence again, leaving the door
cracked behind him. The intercom is an eye and a mouth and a puzzle all
at once; it cannot find reason to leave the door open to anyone that
will come thereafter.