the state that i am in (as explained by the man without qualities):

if all those leaps of attention, flexings of eye muscles, fluctuations of the psyche, if all the effort it takes for a man just to hold himself upright within the flow of traffic on a busy street could be measured, he thought-as he toyed with calculating the incalculable-the grand total would surely dwarf the energy needed by atlas to hold up the world, and one could then estimate the enourmous undertaking it is nowadays merely to be a person who does nothing at all.