The Colour of Memory

“I once read somewhere that a hermit who was watching his hour-glass without praying, heard noises that split his eardrums. He suddenly heard the catastrophe of time, in the hour-glass. The tick tock of our watches is so mechanically jerky that we no longer have ears subtle enough to hear the passage of time”.

Gaston Bachelard

The poetics of space

Beacon Press, 1969

First published in: “La poétique de l’espace” copyright © 1957 by Presses Universitaires de France