Just started to read The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. Space as in living quaters and not space space. “Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.” It’s an interesting book so far.

“Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.”

Even in the introduction there were some neat things I hadn’t though of before.