Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die.
I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free?
This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don’t get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can’t do anything, don’t get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it’s ready to come undone. You have to realize it’s going to be a
long process and that you’ll work on things slowly, one at a time.
Tell me something, Toru,
I’ve built a wall around me, never letting anybody inside and trying not to venture outside myself. Who could like somebody like that?
Era una vista impresionante, digna de ser recortada con tijeras y clavarla con alfileres en la pared de los recuerdos.
There are always far more people in the world who make things worse, rather than help out.
I don’t think it’s a question of liking or disliking it,” Tengo said…”It was the one thing he was best at.” “Hmm. I see,” Kumi said. She pondered this. “But that might very well be the best way to live your life.
The music world is where child prodigies go to die.
Todo es incierto y completamente ambiguo