Darkness gathers outside and I feel your heart against my skin. On a window pane. From the smallest details we find, every morning – in the shining light that is bright – our way into the most important scientific truths. The plain turns into darkness and stone. There was a whirling in the air and colours shimmered off the walls. Of all the shining, reflecting, dull. The glittering secrets inside the stones. Someone has turned his sweater inside out.