From series “Personal Space”
Anna Frants and Media Lab Cyland
Programming, video, audio, buffalo snow, fans, household items.
you own the shadow cast by trees on a bench if you come to the park
every day? The paradox lies in that it seems your own; you
got accustomed to it, became intimate with it and came to love
it. You involuntarily became the source that throws
light. Unlike the unemotional "cold" sun, a person that came
to love the shadow radiates warmth - the warmth that is neither
rational, nor practical, and it eludes accurate analyzing or
In Speak, Memory,
Nabokov called it an "individual mystery":
"[Through the train window,] I saw with inexplicable pang, a handful of
fabulous lights that beckoned to me from a distant hillside, and then
slipped into a pocket of black velvet: diamonds that I later
gave away to my characters to alleviate the burden of my wealth".