A corridor inside a cable-car station on a ridge running away from the camera, one-point with the vanishing point near the centre, both long walls taking the full height of the frame. A perforated metal ceiling, the floor carrying the whole pattern. The light coming through lays hot orange bars across the opposite plaster wall and on across the floor, the bars foreshortening as they go. The darks are tinted with both hues rather than neutral, and the far end of the corridor falls away dark. The soft material is run over every surface including the steps and the sills. Clean, the surfaces smooth, the one optical event a soft halo around each lit source Airless and overheated, a corridor at the wrong hour of the afternoon.
