This is the house of the closet-man. There are no rooms, just hallways and closets.
      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 . . .