I've got electric light And I've got second sight I've got amazing powers of observation And that is how I know When I try to get through On the telephone to you There'll be nobody home
One evening, when the sky was a bruise, he tuned in and the screen showed a hill at dusk—an expanse of grass and a single bench. The camera was far back. On the bench sat a person wrapped in a blanket, shoulders shaking as if laughing and crying at once. For the first time, NobodyHome showed a body clearly. The subtitle read: Witness — 00:00:47 elapsed. nobodyhome tv