Memory Drawing I
Blk 483, #10-370, S13096
“When I awoke like this, everything would be moving round me through the darkness: things, places, years... [The body’s] memory, the composite memory of its ribs, knees, and shoulder-blades offered it a whole series of rooms in which it had at one time or another slept; while the unseen walls kept changing, adapting themselves to the shape of each successive room that it remembered, whirling madly through the darkness.”
– In Search of Lost Time, Marcel Proust
