N othing much matters except what you leave behind. Then you could say that nothing much matters except what is perishable, like love, life, and a pretty meal. You start taking it for granted. T he only thing different about any place is the light. It dictates everything.
Buildings decide they want to live in a certain place based on light.
They decide to be of a certain proportion because of light. Lumber, the fleshy slabs of light. They once fed off light, now they give it back by saying I'll make this of myself. You've got to get that down. The light is everything.