If Nothing Else, I Will Have at Least Written This Sentence: Sentences from an Unwritten Novel

His daily life-experience was best described by a persistent thought which tried to filter its way through his head as he walked along Michigan Avenue, how each car in this morning's rush hour seemed to flow directly into him and disappear within the dark, echoing forests of his past instead of harmlessly passing by him, as if he were a portal from which nothing ever returned, though the image of every object hovered before his face, in his wide line of vision, as if on the event horizon of a massive black hole, making it difficult for him to see what was coming and where he was going.

After half a century of living, he wasn't sure if the human condition was something to be embraced or transcended.

The light on the dirty water running back and forth in the blue grooves of the rubberized flooring on the CATA bus caught her eye--made her feel insignificant and omnipotent at the same time.