Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.
from South Of The Border, West Of The Sun by Haruki Murakami
// I love to read Haruki Murakami. I almost don't read any Japanese writers but him. He tells stories in a very special way. Characters in his books have all sort of awkwardness, spontaneousness, weaknesses; all the flesh and blood of real people, real and interesting people.
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