Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [1246]

Jagged corners of shadows, everything cut out of blue autumn air—thin—too fragile to be touched, or it will snap, be pulverized to flying glass dust. And the same within me: I must not think, I must not think, I must not think, or … — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 1246

Note

Striking physical correlative for mental instability, translating psychological fragility into the tactile vulnerability of brittle material.