a river flows into a cut in the platform and can be crossed thanks to the blue stones (vase). a group of houses occupied by light is reflected in the river, where little coloured floating lamps lighton upon contact with water.
on one side of the perimeter we settled the blocks of white pages, the mountains of my zen garden. in the monolithic block I created a passage, a hole lit from below, like a window, like a depth that allows the rays of the sun to filter through. everyone can tear off a white page, thus appropriating of the space he has lived.