Sensations, timeless

“And I felt, as I say, a sensation of weariness and almost of terror at the thought that all this length of Time had not only, without interruption, been lived, experienced,
secreted by me, that it was my life, was in fact me, but also that I was compelled so long as I was alive to keep it attached to me, that it supported me and that, perched
on its giddy summit, I could not myself make a movement without displacing it.”

M. Proust