In my mind, Handke's [[Langsame Heimkehr]] has always been a quintessential work. The observation of geology, of rocks, least involves subjectivity. The landscape, stripped from time, names, each detail having no greater importance than another, one pebble no greater significance than the other. Ultimately, we are detached from our surroundings. We can enter into a relation with our surroundings by caring. Depicting, turning observations into interpretations involves subjectivity, as shown in Handke's other early novel [Die Lehre der Sainte-Victoire]. ( )