Monday 17 February 2014

"Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories" by Haruki Murakami

"These days I just can’t seem to say what I mean. I just can’t.
Every time I try to say something, it misses the point.
Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean.
The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets.

Sometimes I can’t even remember what I was trying to say in the first place.
It’s like my body’s split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We’re running circles around it.
The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her."

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