La Nuit Americaine (San Francisco 1989)

And so it was, as with a lot of other things, people came and went. The house stayed uninhabited for weeks at a time. Until she came back, always. It was not until then that the interior rhythms and the exterior nuances of the house regained their full splendor, particularly at night. She had turned into a night person many years before and she would wander the long corridors of the house ceaselessly all night long until the arrival of morning...