Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [418]

I sat on the floor near the bed—what an incredibly cold floor!—I sat silently. The agonizing cold rose from beneath, higher and higher. It must be cold like this in the blue, silent, interplanetary space. — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 418

Note

The cold floor physicalizes the existential isolation and descent into an inhuman, cosmic void.