A la recherche du temps perdu











"Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains
speaking in a language I remembered but could no longer understand.

Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time,
I had no body — only a sense of silence and distance and calm.

It was as if I had just woken from all water into dream."
—  Gerard Van der Leun, from “Pure Mathematics" (via whiskey river)