Looking out the train window, I realized that my sight functioned differently: things appeared smaller, bleaker and darker than normal. As the train cut through the fields of burning grass, I understood that what I saw, smelled and felt was an internal reality: the space confined within another, undefined one. This reduced physicality was doubtlessly a result of the confrontation between the memory of things, and the things themselves. This very conflict, with its elementary dialectics, explains the necessary coexistence of the contradicting worlds within each and every one of us. I traveled through space and time like an archeologist travels through the Earth.