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Stained glass panel, circa 1870, designed by William de Morgan.
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Anaïs Nin´s 1930s Apartment in Paris on 24 Boulevard Suchet.
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“When I demand an account of my dream, I certainly direct my question toward the dreamer that I was that night, but ultimately the dreamer himself recounts nothing, the waking person is the one who recounts the dream. Without the waking up, dreams would only ever be instantaneous modulations, and would not even exist for us. During the dream itself, we do not leave the world behind: the space of the dream isolates itself from clear space, but it nevertheless makes use of all of its articulations - the world haunts us even in sleep, and we dream about the world. Similarly, madness gravitates around the world. To say nothing of those morbid fantasies or fits of delirium that attempted to build for themselves a private domain out of the debris of the macrocosm, the most advanced states of melancholy, where one settles into death and, so to speak, makes it his home, still make use of the structures of being in the world in order to do so, and borrow from the world just what is required in order to negate it.”
- Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Phenomenology of Perception (1945)
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Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947
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