An aerial view of a carpet in my parents house.

This carpet is thick, and its wool feels almost like straw.


"You see, he told himself, I know how it is. The red parts of the carpet are red-hot lumps of coal. What I must do is this: I must walk all the way along to it to the front door without touching them. If I touch the red I will be burnt. As a matter of fact, I will be burnt up completely. And the black parts of the carpet . . . yes, the black parts are snakes, poisonous snakes, adders mostly, and cobras, thick like tree-trunks round the middle, and if I touch one of them, I'll be bitten and I'll die before tea time." The Wish, by Roald Dahl.

The precipice, the threshhold, De Rooij and De Rijke's Point of Departure:
http://www.secession.at/art/2005_williams-r-r_e.html