I came into this without knowing anything, other than it was a widely regarded classic. I leave without being able to describe a lot of it, which strikes me as quite a Meursault-ish review. It's a story about a man who speaks to me at some primal level; the world continues, and we make our actions, and...people move around us.

It's a short read and one that has left me a lot of thoughts that I cannot, clearly, put into words.