A simple life

I want to live in a Japanese house, with clean surfaces, and no visible objects. No protuberance. Only surfaces. Objects merged within surfaces.
   Comes a time where too much pressure bundles like protuberances within a life, where all this pressure assembles a global obstruction to anything.
  Then comes a moment of re-invention of the space.
   A place such as Galatea where nothing exists but a request to speak the right words, the utmost difficulty (here reduced, in compartments, automated, but in real life open, open to research, undecided until solved).
     A place like a forest, where natural objects bundles in the surface of Nature.
   Like a church, where religious objects assembles in one vision, one message.
 An empty place offering resources to push back on everything else.
I want to be old enough to stop feeling anything, and young enough to not care, to not be obstructed by myself.

I want Time to give itself to me, for what it is exactly, a present void, a null entity that I can measure entirely, without disruptions.

What is easier:  to measure a piece of time or a piece of space ? I think we feel it's the latter, we trust our eyes and fear that time is rebellious, can't be trusted.
There are higher levels of awareness that permit a better sense, an aware ascetism of the self.

I want to live in the North, in Glenn Gould's North , in a moment between 2 notes, a respite.
I want to think when I decide so, to focus on what I decide, to feel an experience consciously separated from past and possibilities. "Past & Possibilities": like two brothers from Hell.

A clear time of vacating from oneself, the emptiness, energy source.