Blast in proof calls into being a kind of glass photographic studio. It is a house built of glass, the walls are photographic plates and they are pulled into focus by the way the sun hits them – then printed in the setting of the sun. The house is full of images, proofs. Then – one day, some apprentice mixes the wrong chemicals together and a terrible explosion creates a blast that can be seen for miles.
And how interesting that Claudius calls the murder of his nephew a PROJECT. This establishing a centuries old tradition of hiding destructive activities in the language of creative ones. Claudius would make an excellent CEO in just the way he would make a terrible one – in just the way so many are terrible.