I‘ve been intrigued by this author for a while but something was stopping me. I should have listened to the stop sign 😆. I‘ve read the reviews, I kind of get the idea; the loneliness, transience and potential beauty of it. For me though, I didn‘t understand it one bit! I read a review that said “this is literature so high you‘ll get a crick in your neck…” which made me both laugh and rub my sore neck. I‘ll leave it at that…