I look down into all that wasp-nest or bee-hive… and witness their wax-laying and honey-making, and poison-brewing, and choking by sulphur.
“Then you realize: night gives the world back its natural, original appearance, without sugar-coating it; day is a flight of fancy, light a slight exception, an oversight, a disruption of the order. The world in fact is dark, almost black. Motionless and cold.”
Olga Tokarczuk | Flights