Courtesy: Haruki Murakami (via Arun Kumbhat) Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. Thats part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least thats where I imagine it - theres a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, youll live forever in your own private library.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Feb 2014 17:34:37 +0000
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