From time to time, and just for a split second, I saw huge halls open up…
…with rows of pillars and collonades leading far into the distance…
…with vaults and brickwork arches bearing on them many-storeyed structures, with flights of stone steps, wooden stairways and ladders, all leading the eye on and on.
I saw viaducts and footbridges crossing deep chasms thronged with tiny figures who looked to me, said Austerlitz…
…like prisoners in search of some way of escapefrom their dungeon, and the longer I stared upwards with my headwrenched painfully back, the more I felt as if the room where I stood were expanding…
From WG Sebald’s Austerlitz (2001)


















