Which one of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?
— Borges (via here)
Which one of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?
— Borges (via here)
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
– Kafka