Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star.
It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.
Maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.
– Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
The sad truth is that certain types of things can’t go backward. Once they start going forward, no matter what you do, they can’t go back the way they were. If even one little thing goes awry, then that’s how it will stay forever.
– Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
We all carry a little seed of Abyss inside.
With the passing of time, it slowly expands, devouring the host…
