Flitcraft realizes that he world isn't the sane and orderly place he though it was, that he's had it all wrong from the beginning and never understood the first thing about it. The world is governed by chance. Randomness stalks us very day of our lives, and those lives can be taken from us at any moment - for no reason at all. By the time Flitcraft finishes his lunch, he concludes that he has no choice but to submit o this destructive power, to smash his life through some meaningless, wholly arbitrary act of self-negation. He will fight fire with fire, as it were, and without even bothering to return home or say good-bye to his family, without even bothering to withdraw any money from the bank, he stands up from the table, goes o another city and starts his life all over again.

Paul Auster - Oracle Night