-In a Strange Room, Damon GalgutHe watches, but what he sees isn't real to him. Too much traveling and placelessness have put him outside everything, so that history happens elsewhere, it has nothing to do with him. He is only passing through. May be horror is felt more easily from home. This is both a redemption and an affliction, he doesn't carry any abstract moral burdens, but their absence is represented for him by the succession of flyblown and featureless rooms he sleeps in, night after night, always changing but somehow always the same room.
Why is it that words on travel, like these, make me yearn to leave home, and somehow still make me sad with loneliness.