" The electric light in the classroom, contrasting with the immensity of the darkness outside, gave us an atavistic sentiment of intimacy, of shelter, such as primitive man must have experienced in his cave. The world became small, and it was easy to be alive. I recall that it was during one of those evenings that I had my first hallucination, about which there isn’t a lot to say and nor can I find an explanation for. "
― Mircea Cărtărescu , Nostalgia