“The reality of a room, for instance, was to be found in the vacant space enclosed by the roof and the walls, not in the roof and walls themselves. The usefulness of a water pitcher dwelt in the emptiness where water might be put, not in the form of the pitcher or the material of which it was made.

~ Okakura Kakuzo “The Book of Tea” 1906″

Walking out in the rain last night, I came across a darkened room. At the end of the dark room, was a door. That door was open. A long stream of light emerges, crossing in the dark — out to me, in the raging rain. I was thinking about that — the lit opening. And the dark, between. What I was contemplating was the notion of the space, the pause in the dark, in between. What lay there? Yawning black. Unseen, yet something, there.

Tim | nyc

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