Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [835]

There is a constant flood of new and new events, and I cannot collect them all: I lift the edges of my unif, I hold out my palms, and yet whole pailfuls spill past, and only drops fall on these pages. — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 835

Note

Captures the feeling of overwhelming experience through a precise, physical metaphor of trying to catch spilled water.