bachelard

if we have retained an element of dream in out memories, if we have gone beyond assembling exact recollections, bit by bit the house that was lost in the mists of time will appear from out of the shadow. we do nothing to reorganise it; with intimacy it recovers its entity, in the mellowness and imprecision of the inner life. it is as though some fluid had collected our memories and we ourselves were dissolved in the fluid of the past

from the poetics of space, 1994 eddition (trans maria jolas)