'We no longer go to the cellar carrying a candle.  But the unconscious cannot be civilized.  It takes a candle when it goes to the cellar.  And yet, the house stretches from earth to sky.  It possesses the verticality of the tower rising from the most earthly, watery depths, to the abode of a soul that believes in heaven...We always go down the staircase that leads to the cellar, and it is this going down that we remember, that characterizes its oneirism...But, we go up the attic stairs, which are steeper and more primitive.  They bear the mark of ascension to a more tranquil solitude.  When I return to dream in the attics of yesteryear, I never go down again.'  

The Poetics of Space

Nikon D3100, 35mm