Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [1212]

Already through the glass door I saw everything in the room—scattered, confused, crumpled. A chair turned over in haste, its four legs in the air, like a dead animal. The bed—pushed somehow absurdly sideways from the wall. On the floor—like trampled, fallen petals—a spray of pink coupons. — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 1212

Note

The domestic interior rendered as a battlefield or crime scene through precise, disorienting spatial details.