Despite having the key to the basement door, the basement and the time machine remain unreachable.
The key is in my possession, yet I can’t go down there.
I am not sure why.
It is as if some sort of invisible barrier stops me in the lobby and prevents me from going towards the basement door, key in hand.
So many times have I turned back just before the door, almost unconsciously, and I find myself climbing the stairs, like an automaton, back to my apartment.
Last night, as I reached my floor, I heard the soft click of a door closing, on the landing below. I peered over the balustrade and quietly called hello.
I have reached the decision to keep the key on my person at all times now.