Figments of Memories

People and Places of Dobrogea – an Exploration of the Common Self

“Will it ultimately reach the clear surface of my consciousness, this memory, this old, dead moment which the magnetism of an identical moment has traveled so far to importune, to disturb, to raise up out of the very depths of my being? I cannot tell. And suddenly the memory returns. The taste was that of the little crumb of madeleine.” (Proust, 2015:621)

PROUST, Marcel. 2015. Swann’s Way: Booklassic.