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"Nueva York era un espacio inagotable, un laberinto de interminables pasos, y por muy lejos que fuera, por muy bien que llegase a conocer sus barrios y calles, siempre le dejaba la sensación de estar perdido. Perdido no sólo en la ciudad, sino también dentro de sí mismo. Cada vez que daba un paseo se sentía como si se dejara a sí mismo atrás, y entregándose al movimiento de las calles, reduciéndose a un ojo que ve, lograba escapar a la obligación de pensar. Y eso, más que nada, le daba cierta paz, un saludable vacío interior."
"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. Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within."
(Paul Auster, City of glass)
