Like you’re walking along as always, sure you’re on the right path, when the path suddenly vanishes, and you’re facing an empty space, no sense of direction, no clue where to go, and you just keep trudging along. That’s what it feels like.
– from Killing Commendatore by Haruki Murakami
Dec 16 2018
Life after…
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