I love this so much. Although the subject matter is dark, the curiousity, the wonder, the desire to understand that exact moment intrigues the writer and the reader. Some would say, get on with it, who cares, the man died on a walk, in a snowy field, it's done. A writer would not.
Slapstick coming to an end
The footprints break off in mid-sentence
The silence of a blank page
Wonderful writing! The book is entitled: The Loss Library and Other Unfinished Stories by Ivan Vladislavic
With all remarkable things when handled too much or looked upon too often or too closely, it will lose its shine. Let it speak "eloquently beyond language", at least for a little while.
There is a book. . .
I might someday write,
Have begun to write,
Fear tremendously, regret often, loathe vehemently, love fiercely (on those few bright days), hope to complete before my own "slapstick coming to an end".