Imad Khechen

“I wanted to speak with someone, but found no time; sought some fixed point, but found none. In the midst of the unrelenting forward thrust I felt the wish to stand still. The muchness and the motion were too much and too fast. Everyone withdrew from everyone. There was a running, as of something liquefied, a constant going forth, as of evaporation. Everything was schematic, ghostlike, even myself.”
― Robert Walser

“We don’t need to see anything out of the ordinary. We already see so much.”
― Robert Walser, Selected Stories