Youโre here,โ I continued. โAt least you look as if youโre here. But maybe you arenโt. Maybe itโs just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but youโve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?
Haruki MurakamiYou donโt get it, do you?" I said. โItโs not a question of โwhat thenโ. Some people get a kick out of reading railroad timetables and thatโs all they do all day. Some people make huge model boats out of matchsticks. So whatโs wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?
Haruki MurakamiPrecipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.
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