Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like [a] concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it.
Philip K. Dick (2012). “The Man in the High Castle”, p.194, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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