
“forlorn hunger for certainties” “in the physics of the heart, distance is relative; it’s time that’s absolute” Lois McMaster Bujold, Shards of Honor.

“Don’t be afraid. This is the place. On the far side.” “I can’t see shit. I can hardly see you.” “Don’t see; feel,” she said. “You can feel your way, but hurry, hurry.
[…]
“This is the place. Where you can take a choice.”
Morrison, Tar Baby.
Related : Place marked with an impulse, at an impasse.
“… closeness […], one that defies time and space impressed itself on her imagination. Reading Dickinson’s letters and poems she found in the work a place of recognition, a mirroring of her own inner landscape. […] She would enter more fully into the psychic spaces inhabited by Emily Dickinson to return to herself, and her present.”
bell hooks, between us: traces of Love–Dickinson, Horn, Hooks
Roni Horn: Earths Grow Thick, (catalogue), Felix Gonzalez-Torres (There it was, […] all by itself, […], it didn’t need anything. Sitting on the floor, ever so lightly. A new landscape, a possible horizon, a place of rest and absolute beauty. Waiting for the right viewer willing and needing to be moved to a place of the imagination.).

… fantasy [or the imaginary] is in realism. What is possible, what is probable, what an action might do, and the scale and the scope of the possible effects of things, that’s all about fantasy, projection, and attachment. It’s not exterior to life at all, it’s interior. It’s all about moving within the space of living.
Berlant & Hardt, 2012.