“He was alone. He was unheeded, happy and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight and gayclad lightclad figures of children and girls and voices childish and girlish in the air.”
Joyce, James. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. Oxford University Press, 2000.
Here, art is used to fill the imagination with the sorrows of loneliness. As a reader, I can breathe the waste of wild air and feel the brackish waters as if I’m the young, wilful lonely man. I can even hear the voices of children filling the air. It’s details like this that allow the reader to not only immerse themselves into the world but to actually fill the shoes of the character(s).