There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

One foot in front of the other. Repeat as often as necessary to finish.

Fate seems to be taking me in some even stranger directions.

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy. I felt it from the first time I met you. You have a strong gaze, as if you have made up your mind about something. To tell you the truth, I myself carry such things around inside. Heavy things. That is how I can see it in you.

Does G get angry because it follows F in the alphabet? Does page 68 in a book start a revolution because it follows 67?

You’re really cute, Midori,” I corrected myself. “What do you mean really cute?” “So cute the mountains crumble and the oceans dry up.