But, when nothing subsists of an old past, after the death of people, after the destruction of things, alone, frailer but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, smell and taste still remain for a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, upon the ruins of all the rest, bearing without giving way, on their almost impalpable droplet,

The Immense Edifice of Memory.

–Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time, Vol 1. Swann’s Way

So I’ve been a little obsessed with Marcel Proust’s In Search of Lost Time.

In particular, the famous Madeleine Moment wherein the protagonist has an involuntary memory after tasting a madeleine dipped in tea. It’s a wonderful passage, really.

Gosh I wish I could read it again.

I think tomorrow I might stop by the library, maybe grab a few madeleines and steep some lime blossom tea.

xoxo