Time passing.
Weeks at David’s house. We live deep in time, deep in life. And it’s like we’ve found some secret valley of time. Some secret plateau. Some opening of time in time. Some secret flowering.
The days are taller somehow. Their roof is higher…
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
Notes from a Room