After the End/Capitol Hill/Fri Nov 3/2:25 am: Officer Leutz reports: “When I arrived, I spoke to C/V [complainant/victim]. He told me he dated S [suspect] for about five months and they lived together for about four months. He told me they broke up about two months ago. C/V told me S still has been showing up inside the building unannounced and uninvited ever since they stopped dating. C/V told me that S usually enters the apartment building and loiters outside of C/V’s apartment door. C/V told me S will sometimes make annoying noises in the hallway, like scratching on the walls. C/V told me S just hangs out in the hallway and appears to be hiding behind hallway walls. C/V told me that S tried to break into his apartment by prying the front door open. C/V also told me he has seen S in the apartment building with another male who drives a red truck.
“C/V told me that he has an antiharassment order against S but it hasn’t been served yet. C/V told me that S usually runs away when a police car arrives at the building, exiting through a back door.
“C/V told me he heard scratching in the hallway tonight at around 2:25 a.m. and looked outside through his apartment-door peephole. C/V saw S hiding behind a wall adjacent to his apartment and called the police right away. C/V told me he is fearful that S might harm him.
“The apartment building was searched and an outside-area search was conducted with negative results. I gave C/V a business card with my name and the case number on it.”
For Plato, physical beauty is a reminder of the eternal, the pure forms. At some point, this memory vanishes, and all that is left is just the body. What is it that so easily turns the wine of love into a poison? How did spring kisses become, by fall, scratches on the walls? It is an impressive mystery. We know for sure that the V in this report once desired S: desired S’s sex, his eyes, the taste of his tongue, the salt of his semen—the full body and its production of breath, of words, of snores, of sweet and sour smells. But now V wants none of it. He is even repulsed by S.
But when did the desire depart? And how did it go? Gradually? Or did V just wake up early one morning and say to himself, while looking at sleeping S: “This man frustrates me. What am I doing with him? Look at his hair. It’s ugly. Why did I ever want to kiss those lips, to hold that penis? It all now makes me sick. I want him out of my life!” And the lover was thrown out of his life—but it was much too soon for S; he still desires the man who expelled him from the paradise of their partnership and who now denies him any access to the pleasures of his body and presence. S is left with the hallway, with its hard walls, which he must scratch with the same fingertips that once caressed the soft folds of V’s flesh. 
