The lamp turned down low
Bright light tires him, so he opens the workshop when the rest of Nuoro closes and works with the lamp turned down almost all the way, a small circle on the green cloth. He crosses the room in the dark without bumping into anything, reading each corner by how it sounds. When someone is surprised he doesn't switch on the fluorescent light, he shrugs: With all that light I can't tell what's what.







