A review by maiaceb
The Distance of the Moon by Italo Calvino

5.0

'Ayl was a happy inhabitant of the silence that reigns where all vibration is excluded; for her anything that looked likely to break the absolute visual neutrality was a harsh discord; beauty began for her only where the greyness had extinguished even the remotest desire to be anything other than grey.'

'I'll dig myself a niche amidst the hardest atoms, I'll tolerate flames of any colour, as long as I can finally get to that dead end, that siding, as long as I can reach the shore that nobody ever leaves again.'

'I shall implode, collapse inside the abyss of myself, towards my buried centre, infintely.'

'(...) ever existing form will break up in a blaze of heat, there is no entity can escape the irretrievable disorder of the corpuscles; time is a catastrophe, perpetual and irreversible.'