“Proust had in effect staged the paradox of the modern bourgeois interior. My prison, the place to which I cannot stop returning, is the site of my own disappearance. Nowhere am I more exterior to my own interior than where most immured.” – REBECCA COMAY http://ift.tt/1VyH1Xb

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