Thursday, 11 October 2012

Norwegian Wood

"I do need that time though, for her face to appear. 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 soon needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dusk.  Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness.  There is no way around it: my memory is growing ever more distant from the spot where she used to stand-  ever more distant from the spot where my old self used to stand.  And nothing but scenery, that view of the meadow in October, returns again and again to me like a symbolic scene in a movie.  Each time it appears, it delivers a kick to some part of my mind. "Wake up." it says. "Im still here." The kicking never hurts me. Theres no pain at all.  Just a hollow sound that echoes with each kick.  And even that is bound to fade one day.  At the Hamburg airport, though, the kicks were longer and harder than usual.  Which is why I am writing this book.  To think.  To understand.  It just happens to be the way I'm made.  I have to write things down to feel i fully comprehend them." - Haruki Murakami

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