Equalised world, the underside of things turned-out, with its own glow, subtle and warm, but barely perceptible. A release of tension which reveals a clutching in the images hitherto, as if they were possible habitations, thus a certain homesickness. The aim was not to re-enter the past but to recreate its space of possible images, its relish, its earliness. This would constitute the verification of an enduring plasticity, unacknowledged and unreachable in time. It was like the image of the writing-room; he imagined that once being seated there the matter would naturally unfold its hidden lines of fracture. An alignment would present itself, accidental but precious, so that the contributions of the scattered powers could finally be correctly ordered.