We ran into lots of old friends. Friends from elementary school, junior high school, high school. Everyone had matured in their own way, and even as we stood face to face with them they seemed like people from dreams, sudden glimpses through the fences of our tangled memories. We smiled and waved, exchanged a few words, and then walked on in our separate directions.
Banana YoshimotoI held the feeling in my heart; the urge to discuss it died out. There was all the time in the world. In the endless repetition of other nights, other mornings, this moment, too, might become a dream.
Banana YoshimotoOf course, itโs true that sometimes the pink at sunrise somehow seems brighter than the pink at sunset, and that when youโre feeling down the the landscape seems darker too - you see things through the filter of your own sensibility. But the things themselves, out there, they donโt change. They existed, and thatโs all there is to it.
Banana YoshimotoWhy is it we have so little choice? We live like the lowliest worms. Always defeated - defeated we make dinner, we eat, we sleep. Everyone we love is dying. Sill, to cease living is unacceptable.
Banana YoshimotoWhen was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely. Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.
Banana Yoshimoto