Status Updates From Heimkehr

She changed for dinner every night, as she had done all her married life. . . It was one of the small conventions that had propped up her lonely life, providing a sort of structure and order that she needed to give day-to-day existence, humdrum as it was, some sort of shape.

"You know, sometimes I get this most extraordinary feeling. . . as though I were in a sort of limbo, without any identity."