Nox

Many have tried to enclose time in a few spots of paint. For only art is immortal.

My room is like a bridge between universes. On one side there is my door, and behind it, what they call reality; and on the other side there is my library where hundreds of books are stored, which are portals to other realities.

Que le monde est grand à la clarté des lampes ! Aux yeux du souvenir que le monde est petit !

- Qu'est-ce que la beauté ?

Mes premières patries ont été les livres.