‘In the days that followed I realised I knew even less than before. Less than nothing. I knew had to reject what had brought me there and build something new, but how do you build on nothing? That’s not right either. It wasn’t a question of having the power to reject or rebuild. It was as if the deserting force that had brought me to this non-place knew what would happen all along and was still putting my thoughts in question. It was rejecting me, rejection was its nature. But sometime later I crossed a line and took a different direction as the storm somehow drifted behind me.’
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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