"As his confidence faded he tried to immerse himself in day to day work, to forget all his hopes and think only of the realistic, the attainable. It was no use. The visions remained, entire vistas of his own creation, but they had come to mock him like monstrous nightmares"

from a short story about architechture that im currently reading from The Carolingian Period from Don't Tell Me the Truth About Love by Dan Rhodes.