The Study
Still
Well now what?
It’s bothering you that the door won’t open. Honestly, it’s beginning to feel like a personal affront. Is this house mocking you? What’s going on?
There’s no way you can walk away now. It’s just you and this door. Forever. You’ll rot here. Nothing else for you to do.
You sit down with your back against the wall opposite the door. You stare at the door. Is it staring back? Can it feel you the way you feel it? That rainy, pulsing, secret knowledge you’re certain is inside of it?
Is there something here?
Should you give up? Should you surrender?
What are you even looking for?
Are you really going to die here? Because of this door?
I feel bad for you. No, really. Earnest — hand on heart.
This isn’t what I wanted for you. I’d prefer you go out in a blaze of glory or something. Maybe kicked in the head by a horse.
No juice
This?
This must be some sort of ruse.
This is pathetic.
Oh well.
You’re really giving up?
Nothing I can do?
Maybe there’s something you missed. Maybe you need to look closer? Read a little more between the lines.