The sky turned pale pink to deep blue. Algiers has not changed, but my viewpoint had.
I have further attuned the movements and have made progress in this respect; my attention kept shifting to the question what it was precisely that I was doing here, to which I replied that this question surely formed part of the investigation. Once again it dawned on me that all the plans I had in reality were mere intentions. Intentions often have in view misunderstanding; and this is the concept I am targeting. My work can be reduced to the point where one indicates that the light intensity at a given time had diminished. At this point the space which I consider my subject opens out. I merely wish to execute acts across the air.
Algiers is nothing but a word referring to a space where a given act took place. Algiers is nothing but the space where all is contemplated, where confirmation is found in a second movement, which may or may not constitute a countermovement.