A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

In "Paris, Capital of the Nineteenth Century" (1935), Walter Benjamin makes much of the "phantasmagoria" and the "dream." Here are two sentences I keep cycling back to:

Ambiguity is the pictorial image of dialectics, the law of dialectics seen at a standstill. This standstill is utopia and the dialectic image therefore a dream image.