 | He stood in the street. There was nothing to do. He hadn’t realized this could happen to him. The moment was empty of urgency and purpose. He hadn’t planned on this. Where was the life he’d always led? There was nowhere he wanted to go, nothing to think about, no one waiting. How could he take a step in any direction if all direction were the same? |
Previously on Skandalon: Cosmopolis, Don DeLillo
• Jun 25, 2010 link notes tagged: art novel book author DeLillo Cosmopolis lost space gnomon direction sense orientation lost loser life
