Everything. Things you lost. Things youโre gonna lose. Everything. Hereโs where it all ties together.
Haruki MurakamiWe fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness
Haruki MurakamiWhatโs most important is what you canโt see but can feel in your heart. To be able to grasp something of value, sometimes you have to perform seemingly inefficient acts. But even activities that appear fruitless donโt necessarily end up so. Thatโs the feeling I have, as someone whoโs felt this, whoโs experienced it.
Haruki Murakami