Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [770]

Are you familiar with this strange condition? You wake at night, open your eyes to blackness, and suddenly you feel you’ve lost your way—and quickly, quickly you grope around you, seeking something familiar, solid—a wall, a lamp, a chair. This was exactly how I groped around me, ran through the pages of the One State Gazette—quick, quick. — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 770

Note

Captures the physiological panic of disorientation through abrupt sentence fragments and tactile comparisons.