City of glass (I)

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 neighbourhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost.

On his best walks, he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally, was all he ever asked to things: to be nowhere. New York was the nowhere he had built around himself, and he realized that he had no intention of ever leaving it again.

Paul Auster City of glass in The new york trilogy, Faber and Faber Limited, London, 1987, pp. 3-4.