Camera
I’ve installed a whole surveillance system in my house. I screen everywhere, from the front door to the bathroom. Thirty two cameras placed with the precision of a clock man, always moving, always recording.
I edit all the records, and then watch them. While I do it, the cameras keep on rolling.
Yesterday I saw again the other man standing by my bed, in one of the tapes. I can’t see his face; despite I’ve taken shots from several angles. Why does he only appear in the records? Why can’t I see him?
I ignore his identity, but I need to know.
Pretty soon.
Today, on revising the camera of the living-room, I’ve discovered him sitting by my side in the sofa. And he has leaned his arm on my back while we were watching the tapes.