Theme song: Star-crossed Lovers
Haruki Murakami’s Quote
“For a while” is a phrase whose length can’t be measured.At least by the person who’s waiting.”
“And probably is a word whose weight is incalculable.”
“And in the midst of this, i waited for something to happen. Something must happen, I felt sure. It can’t end like this”
This part reminds me about one person who I can call as my Shimamono san. The story engaged me a lot with feeling of unmeasurable time. His way of writing makes me feel like “Oh yes, it was how the feeling I had got from that kind of unclear answer”. The world is smaller through each page of the book.
It deeply touchs my lonely heart.
“No matter where i go, i still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but i’m still the same incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that i can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as i’ll come to defining myself”
For certain situations, I felt the same. Although I knew the feeling of the others was right to them, I still felt that I can’t be complete when accepted to be with them. My childhood thought was so wrong.
“Here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.”
“I wasn’t in love with her. And she didn’t love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body and touch it, whatever it was.”
“Hajime,” she began, “the sad truth is that some things can’t go backwards. Once they start going forward, no matter what you do, they can’t go back to the way they were. If even one little thing goes awry, then that’s how it will stay for ever.”
“Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.”
“Lots of different ways to live and lots of different ways to die. But in the end that doesn’t make a bit of difference. All that remains is a desert.”