Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul – Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence

Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul – Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence
A quip by pareidolia