Ulysses- James Joyce.
Quickly realised I was out of my depth.
A different kind of DNF to be sure.
Took me another 15 years and a few more attempts to finish.

Many years ago, I threw a blanket down in my back yard, and sat down to watch the world.
It was a day that was not too hot, nor too cold.
I watched the bees do their work, I watched the clouds slowly drift, I sat for hours watching the tendrils of a pumpkin vine twist and crawl along a fence.
It was a day where very little happened and yet every nuance of it is engrained in my mind like magic.

Piranesi was like that day.