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I sit in a room surrounded on five sides
by five other identical rooms.
To my right, as I face the window, I hear someone mumbling in a new language
he strives to invent.
To my left is silence, save for the sound of a faucet dripping into a
cold sink.
From above come the sounds of intercourse on a squeaky bed, with a basso
ostinato of quick percussive bedsprings and a loose wooden headboard.
Female moans coupled with male grunts.
Below is a giggler, giggling in short bursts, like an Uzi.
Behind me I hear a phone ringing, it rings ten times, waits for redialing,
then it rings again--but no one ever answers it.
Ahead is the window, closed and locked, looking out to the sky--at least,
that is all I see, sitting on my chair in the center of the room, wondering
where I am and why there is no door.
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