BEg2 ch27 Horst’s “qualia”

[Michael Bailey]

“It was years into the marriage before Horst admitted to not being a
domestic person—by then, to nobody’s big surprise. “My ideal living space
is a not too ratty motel room in the deep Midwest, somewhere up in the
badlands, about the time of the first snows.”
            Horst’s head in fact is a single nationwide snowdrift of motel
rooms in far windswept spaces that Maxine will never know how to find her
way to, let alone inhabit. Each crystalline episode fallen into his night,
once, unrepeatable. The aggregate a wintry blankness she can’t read.


Sounds like DeepArcher insofar as each link can’t be followed more than
once.

Not conducive to conjugal bliss?

Or, an enticing mystery that hasn’t yet yielded to her, to the point where
the mystery has eclipsed the enticing and trying seems pointless?

Or, there are some memories that want to remain private - information that
doesn’t want to be free?