‘It was the first thought I woke up to at night. It seemed perfect and logical. Almost comforting. I narrowed it down to a train or truck, though I disliked the idea of implicating others. In any case I was a coward, and I often pictured myself holding back at the last moment, my life as a hesitation before death.’
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
Notes for a fragmentary novel entitled The Moment, linked at the top of the page.
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