No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there- to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there.

Reaching the finish line, never walking, and enjoying the race. These three, in this order, are my goals.

And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness.

Not everything was lost in the flow of time

Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

Life is not like water. Things in life don't necessarily flow over the shortest possible route.