I wander the rooms of this old house, and become the rooms of this old house. I am often seen from the street staring out the window, as one often sees ghosts staring out of garret windows. I become the house and become the city: I sink down into the deep recesses and become fundament and element. This is your foundation, made of unstable elements - a fish here, a crab here, a flash of light or a spark of electricity. This is why men said of these times, "It is the opening." And men also looked to the purple mountains and said, "Now it has passed."