Each morning the day lies like a fresh shirt on our bed; this incomparably fine, incomparably tightly woven tissue of pure prediction fits us perfectly. The happiness of the next twenty-four hours depends on our ability, on waking, to pick it up.
ATTRIBUTION:
Walter Benjamin (1892–1940), German critic, philosopher. repr. In One-Way Street and Other Writings (1978). “Madame Ariane—Second Courtyard on the Left,” One-Way Street (1928).
