The other day I thought of this

When travelling in a warm country, one might notice this: the doors of the folk are open. You see inside peoples homes. There, the children are watching television, someone cooks, folds sheets.

Imagine this: we take an appartment block or a sky scraper and split it into two. It would be like a doll house from the childhood times. You see the whole setting, you place events in front of your eyes like in the open field. (We’ll some houses have been split, by lightnings, bombings, artists like...and serial divorces).

Standing in the doorway sometimes makes me feel Split. Don't let the gold in? Would you please open the door?