>>> miles to go befores I sleep #17


«The great wall of vegetation (...) was like a rioting invasion of soundless life, a rolling wave of plants, piled up, crested, ready to topple over the creek, to sweep every little man of us out of his little existence. And it moved not. (...)

Going up that river was like travelling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest. The air was warm, thick heavy, sluggish. There was no joy in the brilliance of sunshine. (...)

It made you feel very small, very lost, and yet it was not altogether depressing, that feeling. (...) We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness.»


Heart of Darkness | Joseph Conrad