The Story of a Man Who Collapsed Into His Notebook

. . . I’ve forgotten how to travel, how to surrender to the favor and misfortune of the rails, how one says goodbye, how long one actually stands facing backward watching Point A swiftly
disappearing, and after that how long does he continue standing standing standing . . . I open my notebook, but I have no answer, I write: “traveling from Point A to Point B, from a little
seaside town to Berlin, I gaze out the window at the unfinished houses on the outskirts, warehouses in the industrial zon...