28.1.12
the side of me that is strange to me.
26.1.12
“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
isn't 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 doesn't get in, and walk through
it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense
of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized
bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
14.1.12
2.1.12
完美結束 • 完美開始
眼角督見了一張曾經熟悉的臉孔。
出奇冷靜的我向那張臉淺淺微笑，
輕輕點了點頭卻絲毫沒停下腳步。
那故事尾端一直以來欠缺的句號，
終於在整整三年後完美地被點下。
其實人生的下一章早就已經開始。
但是當下永遠將會是以後的曾經。
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