Don't open the door, the explosion of a bomb could quarter you fragile body, glasses can go through your skin and turn around in an eliptic way inside your universe, as if they were cutting comets, hoping to get near enough to your heart, to give the final blow. And then, what's the way out to the inside? Don't you open the door, there is danger in going out, nobody knows who could you murder. We all are likely to disappear and all of us will disappear behind our doors with ears observing through the spyholes. There is noise out there, was that you my love?