“Everyone is stuck within himself, within the day to which he wakes up, the hour which belongs to him, or the moment. Somewhere in the semidarkness of a kitchen coffee is brewing, the cook is not there, the dirty glare of a flame dances on the floor. Time deceived by silence flows backward for a while, retreats, and in those uncounted moments night returns and swells the undulating fur of a cat.” – Bruno Schulz, Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass (trans. Wieniewska)
Felis nocturnis
July 28th, 2011 · 3 Comments
Tags: Lit & Crit
3 responses so far ↓
1 Catherine // Jul 28, 2011 at 11:25 pm
I think this is where I am right now.
2 Tetman Callis // Jul 29, 2011 at 5:13 am
Is it a good place?
3 Catherine // Jul 29, 2011 at 7:00 am
Sometimes I wish I could prolong it. Often, in fact.
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