´Best of all there is the air. Yes. And little by little, I learned to lived inside it. The air and the light, yes, that too, that light that shines on all things and puts them before my eyes to see. Sometimes I look out the window and watch the things bwlow. The street and all the people, the dogs and cars, the bricks of the building across the way. And there are times I just sit there, with breeze blowing on my face, and the light inside the air, all around me and just beyond my eyes, and the world is all red, a beautiful red inside my eyes, with the sun shining on me and my eyes.´
P. Auster- a City of Glass