From the cover

Looking at the house of author Marisa Mills, where the windows of the second floor match the sky, I wonder:
If you enter the world knowing everything about it, that you are here for a certain amount of time like waiting at a bus or train station for a known departure. The actions that we do then, like buying a magazine for that time that you can take with you even after the journey, but the ticket, set number allotment are like the names and details of this life that will have little significance another day.

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