14 May
New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he came to know its neighborhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost. Lost, not only in the city, but within himself as well… By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal, and it no longer mattered where he was.
Paul Auster, City of Glass (New York Trilogy)
-
littlemissamanda liked this
-
sugarspunsis liked this
-
degenerateroyalty liked this
-
evangelinemae liked this
-
perpetualbeginning liked this
-
perpetualbeginning reblogged this from sara-white
-
sara-white posted this
