“Outside and inside form a dialectic of division, the obvious geometry of which blinds us as soon as we bring it into play in metaphorical domains. It has the sharpness of the dialectics of yes and no, which decided everything”
“… is he who opens a door and he who closes it the same being ?”
A door is an open book. Its space grants us passage to its history and memory. Silent wisdom. A compound of varnish, weather, and craftsmanship. A door can tell a million stories from the forest to the factory, from the warehouse to the city.