Katharina is waiting for Hans in the Cafe Arkade. Strange, she thinks, that time, which is invisible, becomes indirectly visible in the guise of unhappiness. As though unhappiness were the costume of time. But at the same time, this unhappiness isn’t just a wrapping, it has its own interior, a creature that, once it’s born, follows its own roads and has its own time.
— Erpenbeck, Kairos (tr. Hofmann)
Notes from a Room 