Still, life.

'Here, they, men, inscribe themselves upon space, immediately covering it with familiar gestures, memories, customs and intentions. They establish themselves by means of a path, a mill, a frozen canal..everything in them tends toward the habitat pure and simple.'
--Barthes. 

A house: 'the triumph of an entirely self-sufficient nominalism.' To live amongst and move through "easy surfaces". 

Vermeer: Searching for that ideal moment when all else falls away; the need to find it, to prolong it. The singular, contained moment.

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In the light of experience. 

From an interview with P.D. James...

Why do your stories start in autumn?

The dying light...people can be concealed by darkness and there is a melancholy in the dying of the year. [At 90] one has learnt what is important and what is unimportant...the most important thing in life is the "holiness of the heart's affections" (Keats).

A.B.

'In England age wipes the slate clean..If you live to be 90 and can still eat a boiled egg they think you deserve the Nobel prize.'

...

One of your heartbeats has strayed into my heart
and I can distinguish it from all others,
know how to keep it safe.

---Jules S.

Menashe...

Sun splinters
In winter's skin
Quivers hundred
Of lines to rim
One radiance
You within

~

The hollow of morning
Holds my soul still
As water in a jar

~

And daydreams dapple
His blue eyes.

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To stand together, and watch the passing of ordinary time; that is a difficult thing to imagine.