The Immobility of the Things That Surround Us

"I was more destitute of human qualities than the cave-dweller," he writes. "My body, still too heavy with sleep to move, would make an effort to construe the form which its tiredness took as an orientation." He recalls a whole series of rooms in which at one time or another slept. 'The unseen walls kept changing, adapting themselves to the shape of each successive room that I remember whirling madly through the darkness'