A black and white corridor is a visual echo of the reality from which it extends. It is an illusion, a composite, a distortion. It creates the perception of a distance. It is a fiction. The space of the past is erased from the page where it belongs. The space of the near is also a fiction, but different in that the space of the near is created by a process of elimination and absorption, and not by the erasure of everything that surrounds it, including the past. Because of this, the space of the near is not merely a place: it is a partial precondition of the utopia that surrounds it.