A metal box, it's been housed inside this wall. The face, its lid opens the wrong way. It swings up on a bent hinge where a sock wraps around the brass coat hook that is holding it fast to the rafter above. The cloth wires are all gone. Inside there's just some tape and whiskers now. This would have been used with pride, men would have seen to that. Now they're rarely opened. Instead, they sit darkly in basements fading towards the rust.