thread
Ordinarily, we look at something, and our gaze is like a fine wire or a taut thread with two supports — one being the eye and the other what it sees, and there’s some such great support structure for every second that passes; but at this particular second, on the contrary, it is rather as though something painfully sweet were pulling our eye-beams apart.
– Robert Musil, from The Man Without Qualities (the introductory quote to Matthea Harvey’s book Pity the Bathtub its Forced Embrace of the Human Form).
