‘Immensity is within ourselves. It is attached to a sort ofexpansion of being that life curbs and caution arrests, but which starts again when we are alone. As soon as we become motionless, we are elsewhere; we are dreaming in a world that is immense. Indeed, immensity is the movement of motionless man. It is one of the dynamic characteristics of quiet daydreaming.

The house, from cellar to garret, the significance of the hut.

[….] we cover the universe with drawings we have lived. Thesedrawings need not be exact. They need only to be totalised on the mode of our inner space.”

[….] a voice so remote within me, that it will be the voice we allhear when we listen as far back as memory reaches, on the very limits of memory, beyond memory perhaps, in the field of the immemorial.’

- Gaston Bachelard

From The Poetics of Space, translated by Maria Jolas.

Published by the Orion Press, 1964.