“A note exists between two notes of music, between two facts exists a fact, between two grains of sand no matter how close together there exists an interval of space, a sense that exists between senses — in the interstices… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
This must be what it means to be a ghost, being certain that life exists, because your four senses say so, and yet unable to see it. — Jose Saramago Copy Share Image
