“…all she felt was that she did not want to do anything or prevent anything, and her thoughts slowly wandered into the snow outside, without a backward glance, further and further, as when one is too tired to turn back and walks on and on.”
–Robert Musil, “The Perfecting of a Love”
This description of feeling of being too tired to turn back, and so walking on and on, is one that strikes such a chord with me. I could never identify it in myself until I read this passage.
