Manifesto of the Non Object

The Empty Room:

I had an appointment to discuss a matter of some concern. We met in my empty studio loft in Paris. There, in that space of aluminum and white vinyl, with not a single object apart from the two chairs we sat on, not a single reference to the outside material world - there in that empty space my eyes could see only one thing: the person in front of me.

All the staff was gone. Everything was focused. Everything was in focus.