The large glass doors of the balcony lead to the abyss, the barren nothing. Beyond the window, an abyss of the present makes the beauties of the city disappear. It is the glass that makes everything else disappear. What can be seen through the windowpane is the island of the near and the far, the spires of judgment which, through the glass, makes the city a palimpsest. But that is only the beginning.