PURE

LINEAR

SPACE

White sunlight spills in from the tall windows, early at dawn.

Picture a room in a house while all its inhabitants are still asleep.

The morning bustle is about to kick in, but for a moment still, all is quiet:

a pure linear space, where everything exists in perfect balance, in the

anticipation of human touch. The delicate geometries of the room

arrange themselves in complete silence, preparing to welcome new

occupants. The cup will be filled with black coffee, a brown biscuit

dunked into white milk. Children will whisper secrets in each other’s ear,

by the house in the corner. Later, legs will stretch out across one of the

sofas, a woman’s elbow will brush another’s. Later still, perhaps,

she will laugh, an electrical spark flying between them like a firefly

crossing the room. None of that’s happened yet. The day is still whole:

for a moment still, all is quiet.

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