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"Sometimes the most evident reality would melt into the mist there while a strangely bizarre fiction would illuminate my mind and make it marvelously subtle and lucid. Then the vague mental images would condense in such a way that one would have thought it possible to touch them with his finger. Tangible objects, on the other hand, would become phantoms of themselves, and I wouldn't be far from beleiving that one could pass through then as easily as he cuts through walls when he is walking around dreams....WHEN EVERYTHING IS BACK IN ORDER, I would get no other indication of it than a sudden and extraordinary faculty for loving noises, voices, fragnances, movements, colors and forms...." (Gaston Bachelard)
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