Improbable dialogue about empty rooms and loss: Marcel Proust

Is the season of hope but still there is this room...

“I cannot express the uneasiness caused in me by this intrusion of mystery and beauty into a room I had at last filled with myself to the point of paying no more attention to the room than to that self. The anesthetizing influence of habit having ceased, I would begin to have thoughts, and feelings, and they are such sad things.” 
Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
Image, "Empty Room" by Mimose