Claraboia oder Wo das Licht einfällt

The confined space creates a sense of introspection and tension. I'm curious if this was influenced by Saramago's own experiences or literary traditions.

The way memories are intertwined with the present made me question what's real. Was this an intentional reflection on how we perceive our own lives?

The fragmented, almost dream-like progression adds layers to the story, but I wonder if it also challenges the reader’s understanding of coherence.