I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue."
from The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep…"
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar