Books like The Magnetic Fields

If the eyes are the mirror of the soul then the language is the mirror of the mind… It’s enough to make a mirror a little bit concave or convex and then the reflections will be full of new wondrous meanings and colours.The corridors of the big hotels are empty and the cigar smoke is hiding. A man comes down the stairway and notices that it's raining; the windows are white. We sense the presence of a dog lying near him. All possible obstacles are present. There is a pink cup; an order is given and without haste the servants respond. The great curtains of the sky draw open. A buzzing protests this hasty departure. Who can run so softly? The names lose their faces. The street becomes a deserted track.About four o'clock that same day a very tall man was crossing the bridge that joins the separate islands. The bells, or perhaps it was the trees, struck the hour. He thought he heard the voices of his friends speaking: “The office of lazy trips is to the right,” they called to him, “and on Saturday the painter will write to you.” The neighbors of solitude leaned forward and through the night was heard the whistling of streetlamps.This way the journey commences… Or probably continues… Or maybe we’re just going nowhere and all the world is locked inside our heads.The nocturnes of dead musicians lull the cities sunk in endless slumber. On the outdoor flight of steps of a hotel on Thirtieth Avenue a baby gambols with a puppy. No, you can form no idea of aquatic mores simply by looking through tears, that’s just not true. Space soft as a woman’s hand belongs to speed. Gradually one draws nearer to scrub-lands and markets. The depth of the Market-halls is less than that of the Pacific Ocean. The thick much-thumbed books become abandoned shells full of earth.Surreality is impossible to prove but is unavoidable…