The photographer dreams of a hyperborean light, of a rarefied atmosphere in which things take on the exactness they might have in the void. It is also a phantasm of the mind to see an idea, a word or an entire sentence stand out with absolute clarity, with only the flickering which comes from distance—just like the world, which is there too in its entirety, but in a veiled dimension, with just a few fragments emerging from it, touched by actual grace.