Lighthouse, storm coming
Rain on every window, brass and a warm lamp, the sea doing all the talking
A curved, whitewashed keeper's room high above a grey sea, its windows streaked with rain and one of them open to a gull on the sill. A worn desk holds an open logbook, a shortwave radio and binoculars, with a nautical chart and brass barometers on the wall behind. The stove is cold at the edge of the room, the oilskins are dripping by the door, and there is nothing to do but write the weather down.
Coast, Day, Storm, Austere, Lonely, Safe, Thinking, Cold light
In this room
- A journal: what you write stays in the room, and only the people you choose can read it.
- A sound of its own — rain, a fire, a radio station to leave playing.
- A clock that keeps your time.
- A window with the real weather where you are.
- A note for the day, where you will see it.
- Frames for your own photographs.
- An assistant that knows the room and what you keep in it.
- A shelf for your files.
- A lamp that turns the room from light to dark.
- Rain runs down the glass.
- A flame flickers.
- The lamps give a soft glow.
- After dark the same room has a night of its own, with its own light.