"Lucile: Everything's astir: clocks tick, bells ring, folk pass, water flows, everything continues just as before, for ever and for ever.
--But no! It mustn't happen, no! I shall sit on the ground and scream, so everything stops, shocked into stillness, not a flicker of movement. [She sits down, covers her eyes, and screams. After a pause, she stands up] It makes no difference. Things are just as they were. The houses, the street. The wind blows, the clouds drift. -- Perhaps we just have to bear it"
- Georg Büchner, Danton's Death [Dantons Tod]
“Sounds rush forward.../ Cold light reigns everywhere/Everything Stops”
- Antonin Artaud, There Is No More Firmament
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