Dreams, like memories, are shores we row toward to escape the ever same tomorrow and their cruel futility. Days which cannot express themselves are grey and cold. Mute days whose untidy gestures tear us apart.
—Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions Volumes 2 and 3: The Book of Yukel Return to the Book, trans.by Rosmarie Waldrop. Wesleyan University Press, 1977