‘I love the world so much, it moves me deeply even the ordinary world, the daily world, even the bar table, the tinkling ice in the glasses, the waiter, the dog tied in the coat room…

Levels and levels, its as if we are in an elevator, shooting up and down hundreds of floors, hundreds of lives. Up to heavens terraces and planetariums, gardens, fountains, clouds, the sun. The wind whistles down the shafts. On the next to the last floor, dance halls, restaurants and music. In the rooms, bars of shadows on the walls from the casement windows. A bower. A confessional. A couch to lie on. Something to lie on, to rest on, to cling to. Faith. Red lights! Down! Down!’

Anais Nin