VANISHING WORLD
What happens to the places you lived when you suddenly move your life away from them? They change, transform, sometimes degrade.
What you'll remember is always the same image, perhaps the one you saw the very first time or the one you overwrote the last time.
It hardly matters.
However, the memory fades.
What you'll remember is always the same image, perhaps the one you saw the very first time or the one you overwrote the last time.
It hardly matters.
However, the memory fades.
As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create a sunny person that she became.
But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abbys of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it.
Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically - on a lonely rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke up from a nightmare. What she needed at such times was to be held by someone, anyone.
Haruki Murakami - 1Q84
But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abbys of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it.
Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically - on a lonely rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke up from a nightmare. What she needed at such times was to be held by someone, anyone.
Haruki Murakami - 1Q84