" Extending his hands from his bed, Plume was astonished not to feel the wall: “Well," he concluded, "the ants must have eaten it away.” And he went back to sleep.
Shortly thereafter, his wife shook him awake: “Take a good look, lazybones! While you were so busy sleeping, someone went and stole our house!” And indeed, stretching out on every side there was nothing but solid sky. “So it goes,” he thought. "

― Henri Michaux , Plume: précédé de Lointain intérieur