“He is capable of turning everything into anything―snow into skin, skin into blossoms, blossoms into sugar, sugar into powder, and powder back into little drifts of snow―for all that matters to him, apparently, is to make things into what they are not, which is doubtless proof that he cannot stand being anywhere for long, wherever he happens to be.” ― Robert Musil, The Man Without Qualities // A white way by Makoto Saito
