When 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.

You know, Chihiro, darling- all it takes is one little wrong step and you end up feeling frustrated your whole life, like me.

Even when I try to stir myself up, I just get irritated because I can't make anything come out. And in the middle of the night I lie here thinking about all this. If I don't get back on track somehow, I'm dead, that's the sense I get. There isn't a single strong emotion inside me.

Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.

No matter what, I want to continue living with the awareness that I will die. Without that, I am not alive.

Why were we so far apart, even when we were together? It was a nice loneliness, like the sensation of washing your face in cold water.

Over and over, we begin again.