Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you.You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isnt something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm,closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesnt get in, and walk through it, step by step. Theres no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sands whirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. ---Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 23:41:14 +0000
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