In the middle of the road there was a porous stone. Its grains were visible. On closer examination, the thinnest of sunrays pierced through the stone. On even closer examination, a maelstrom, a small whirlwind (a minute galaxy) gyrated within, inside the featherlight body of the stone.
The stone, in the middle of the road, was permeable: if rain fell, it would get drenched. The wind would fill it with dust, pollen, and the corpses of insects. The mid-day heat would make it sleepy and thirsty. The fog that at times descended in the late afternoon would invade the stone; within its body the clouds meandered about without haste. Sounds would pass through it and go on to fade out in some unknown place. In the tiny galaxy within the stone there were tiny planets orbiting diamond suns.
(Density, translated by Sally Green Haddad)
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