“Gazing at the particles of light in the still space, I struggled to grasp my own feelings. Everyone is looking for something from someone. That much I was sure of. But what comes next, I had no idea. A hazy wall of air rose up before me, just out of reach.”
— Haruki Murakami, “Firefly” (translated by Philip Gabriel), Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
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