The accumulation of consecutive rooms in his memory now resembled those displays of grouped elbow chairs on show, and beds, and lamps, and inglebooks which, ignoring all space-time distinctions, commingle in the soft light of a furniture store beyond which it snows, and the dusk deepens, and nobody really loves anybody.
The protagonist’s recollections of various rooms have merged in his mind, reminiscent of a furniture store where different items like chairs, beds, and lamps are showcased together. This amalgamation of memories transcends the boundaries of time and space, creating a vivid yet surreal image in his consciousness.
Amid this setting, an atmosphere of loneliness pervades, highlighted by the harshness of the outside world where snow falls and dusk settles in. The poignant realization emerges that amidst this display of material comfort, genuine emotional connections are sparse, leaving an underlying sense of isolation and disconnection.
