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Mood.
"It‘s a weird feeling to arrive at a place that corresponds to you, but where you don‘t belong. To recognize a street you didn‘t grow up on. Sleep, eat, take a shower in a house that should be just around the corner from your own. Wander through a neighborhood you didn‘t play in. Chat with people you never knew. Find a space just your size, but be unable to fill it."
"When an event is inexplicable, a hole is created somewhere. So we are full of holes, like Swiss cheese. Holes inside holes."
"It finally occurred to me to look up hypothetical titles in the library catalog. Perhaps someone had already written about everything I needed to know at that moment: On the Analysis of Time in a Pine Plywood Board, Depictions of Time in Wood, Grain Lines and Time: A Theory of Chaos and other such combinations that, naturally, didn‘t yield any results."
"Not saying anything was enough. It‘s easy to let others fill the gaps. A sufficiently ambiguous expression can convert someone else‘s monologue into an imaginary conversation. Silence is a variable that constantly mutates, so it‘s the other who decides if it‘s a yes, a no, or any other response."