THE REASON WHY THE CLOSET-MAN IS NEVER SAD
This is the house of the closet-man. There are no rooms, just hallways
Things happen in rooms. He does not like things to happen.
. . . Closets, you take things out of closets, you put things into
closets, and nothing happens . . .
Why do you have such a strange house?
I am the closet-man, I am either going or coming, and I am never sad.
But why do you have such a strange house?
I am never sad . . .