" Some philosophers argue that the external world does not exist and that it is only within ourselves that our lives evolve. Be that as it may, love, even in its humblest beginnings, is a striking example of how little reality means for us. If I had had to draw, describe or inventory the details of Mlle d’Éporcheville’s features from memory, or even to recognize her in the street, I would have found it impossible. "

― Marcel Proust , La fugitiva