Actually everyone ought to be in the streets, I thought, cars ought to stop, doors ought to be opened and drivers and passengers emerge with heads raised and eyes sparkling with curiosity and a craving for beauty, for what was it that was going on above our heads? … However, a few glances at most were cast upwards, perhaps followed by isolated comments about how beautiful the evening was, for sights like this were not exceptional; on the contrary, hardly a day passed without the sky being filled with fantastic cloud formations, each and every one illuminated in unique never-to-be-repeated ways, and since what you see every day is what you never see, we lived our lives under the constantly changing sky without sparing it a glance or a thought.

karl ove knausgaard, Karl Ove Knausgaard - A Dea…, loc. 2205