"As the hours, the days, the weeks, the seasons slip by, you detach yourself from everything. You discover... that you are free. That nothing is weighing you down, nothing pleases or displeases you. You find, in this life except from wear and tear and with no thrill in it other than these suspended moments, in almost perfect happiness, fascinating, occasionally swollen by new emotions. You are living in a blessed parenthesis, in a vacuum full of promise, and from which you except nothing. You are invisible, limpid, transparent. You no longer exist. Across the passing hours, the succession of days the procession of the seasons, the flow of time, you survive without joy and without sadness. Without a future and without a past. Just like that: simlpy, self evidently, like a drop of water forming on a drinking tap."
-George Perec
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