A tall building with many windows on one side and a huge open plan on the other. It is a gallery of unequalled magnificence. The gallery could be to the eastward of a city like Lyon, or the northward of a great republic like that of Brazil. It opens onto an infinity of territory contrasting with the picture of the city, or the savanna to the south. The building is magnificently austere in its archaicness. It reminds me of the time that I, in my youth, used to dream of built cities rising up around me like the images at the backs of my brown eyes.