so

 repetition it is.  swirling around in the Handke rabbit hole like ten years reading "every word" Kenneth Burke published and assuming naively thereby that we can figure out what happened and what to say about some or all of it or a tiny portion of it  

why not watch Kings of the Road instead 

watched off and on about half, maybe rest this afternoon, now Thursday

love this line in No-Man's   ​"The faces of strangers, the most reliable source of pleasure."   ---Handke  21 

As soon as the new Aciman novel arrives I will read it as a break, but otherwise the Handke immersion tsunamis onward 

somewhat resemble an ancient tribe on the only remaining reservation  32  

Observation, absorption, abstraction: my daily bread.  34

to drift away from the person I was with . . . to disappear into myself to the point of no longer being present 

shimmering  . . . glimmering  . . . shifting  in one long passage on p 35

noticing favorite words, words repeated, phrases repeated, the reader becomes more and more famiiiar with the writer's pet themes, habits, obsessions, patterns, the comfortable furnishings of his sensibility, the pointers his consciousness uses over and over to keep secure while exploring onward ----  is it friendship or something like it? is it stalking?  is it imprisonment?  is it expansive resonance, embracing emotion, outflowing willingness, openness