Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [460]

Around me—a glass desert, flooded by the yellow sun. In the smooth glass of the pavement, as in water, I see the gleaming walls suspended upside down, and myself, hung mockingly head down, feet up. — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 460

Note

The psychological state of disorientation projected onto the physical environment, turning the glass pavement into a distorting mirror that literalizes the narrator’s emotional inversion.