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The Shadow of my Door (aka EST) -- 1/21/98 I was yelling at darkness,     over the constant hum of my     nightlight that I could only     hear when it was really quiet, "Your Grandmother is on the phone!"     the darkness shouted back at me     and in my yoga-like posture I bobbed     over and picked it up. "Hi, were you sleeping?"     a thick, New York accent asked me     over 1,000s of miles and amid     clickings and possible wire-taps. "Yes, I mean, no, not yet,"     I replied, my eyes already sagging     and after we talked about nothing     I yawned goodbye and hung up.