“It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream – making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams [...] No, it is impossible, it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence – that which makes its truth, its meaning – its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream – alone...”

– “Charles Marlow” in ‘Heart of Darkness’ by Joseph Conrad