'The truth is you already know what it's like. You know the difference between the size and speed of everything that flashes through you and the tiny inadequate bit of it all you can ever let anyone know. As though inside you is this enormous room full of what seems like everything in the whole universe at one time or another and yet the only parts that get out have to somehow squeeze out through one of those tiny keyholes you see under the knob in older doors.'
David Foster Wallace, Oblivion
Moon Model by Johann Schmidt, Chicago, 1898
