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19 September 2019

One room after the other

In each of us there are rooms. They are full of things. Sometimes the light is on, sometimes the twilight reigns. There maybe communicating rooms: we are in one room and there is another to walk through to. In one of these the wood burns in the fireplace, in another you can smell the scent of a summer storm entering through the window. Every now and then you can see an object, a bottle of wine, a compass to orient yourself in the infinite sea of fantasy, a vase containing flowers of a colour that tickles the heart, a book with yellowed pages, a cushion at rest with other cushions. A very large room is used as a kitchen. It has walls that seem to play chess. And behold, there is background music. It is the music of art that materialises in delicious morsels.