Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [394]

There were only the tenderly sharp clenched teeth, the golden eyes wide open to me; and through them I entered slowly, deeper and deeper. And silence. Only in the corner, thousands of miles away, drops falling in the washstand, and I was the universe, and from one drop to the other-eons, millennia. … — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 394

Note

Stretching subjective time to a cosmic scale through the sensory experience of a falling water drop, perfectly matching the dissolution of the self.