This will be a translation
of the Memory that resides on the ship Calypso.
On the second deck
she either walks along the corridor, or sticks her head through the doors, or bounces from porthole to porthole.
contrary to what the writer intended
despite the velvet on the chairs and the onyx in the tables
this memory is very happy.
So much so that the author is considering changing the perspective of the corridor and adding corners.
Changing the corridor itself is impossible.
He cannot change something he has already experienced.
Even if this is his job.