dormeur

“I could not bear the silences when the drum stopped. I sank down into the depths of the sound of the rain.”
― Yasunari Kawabata

“And faced with that there is nothing one can say, no sensible question to ask. The mountains lie yonder in their full weight all to themselves; the forest is stone dead and utterly slain; all is silent; the snow lies there and is white and kind; the cold rejects all idea of equality by birth and will not let mankind have its say.
Time flies.”
― Knut Hamsun, On Overgrown Paths