Paul Auster's latest novel "Invisible"

Excerpt from Chapter 1, p. 4 "I was smoking a cigarette and looking out at the people, dozens upon dozens of young bodies cranmed into the confines of that spaces, listening to the mingled roar of words and laughter, wondering what on earth I was doing there, and thinking that perhaps it was time to leave"

Spectacular representation of the individual suspension on the threshold of a living emptiness.