What would tomorrow bring? I wondered. Both hands on the wheel, I closed my eyes. I didnโt feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing. What would become of me tomorrow I did not know.
Haruki MurakamiWhen I was fifteen, all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybodyโs reach. A place beyond the flow of time.โ - But thereโs no place like that in this world. - Exactly. Which is why Iโm living here, in this world where things are continually damaged, where the heart is fickle, where time flows past without a break.
Haruki Murakami