They gave me a space. It wasn’t a great space, it wasn’t bad either. But it was my space and I would work in it. It was a piece of the building that used to be on the outside, but was now on the inside. Frozen in time, the weather cannot get to it any more. It will always be like this until the building is no more. The space has now stopped existing, stopped living. I will live in it instead, in my own language, outside of time. I will occupy the space under its own terms.