these rooms have not been fire resistant. another day with light coming through the window in broken lines. another day with the smell of fish and clover. krishnamurti believes that "... real simplicity of life is to be inwardly empty, innocent, without the accumulation of knowledge, without beliefs, dogmas, without the fear of authority..." everyday i look around me. i gather the feathers, the limbs of trees, the road stained cloth and inscriptions on doors. if i do look back i know that this languor is a kind of work.