Enter the door.

Don't just stand there, go in.

The proprieter of privacy awaits his opening.

Look how he pouts, his face beaten, his build battered. His dignity and strength tested. His only job is to seperate the looker from the Doer, but sometimes, people take advantage of his silent, unwavering stance. They'll beat on him, spit on him, push him around until he can't move, then beat him some more.

Half of the things he's beaten for are not his fault. What you see, and how you see it past him, aren't his fault either. With splintered sides like his, you'd imagine the damage to his surroundings too. He's not always completely capable of protecting the view to the inside because of the way he's treated. In a sense, you see what you do because of the Doer's faults. You witness the Doer, in his action, because he has allowed his privacy to be broken.

For someone who treats this icon of American Constitution with such disrespect, he sure relies on him a lot. You can see everything in plain view, but the Doer doesn't seem to care. Does he care about anything? Not his privacy, not his protector, not the people around him...

You can't let this slide. Go in.

How will you sleep? Where are you going?!