A Japanese legend says that if you can’t sleep at night it’s because you’re awake in someone else’s dream.
'You know what I think?’ she says. ‘That people’s memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.’
Caminaba en la sala y me di cuenta que el apartamento estaba con ese frio rico que hace antes de ir a dormir. Abri la puerta del cuarto y me hicieron falta tus abrazos.
Mari thinks about what Korogi said. “I do feel that I’ve
managed to make something I could maybe call my own
world…over time…little by little. And when I’m inside
it, to some extent, I feel kind of relieved. But the very fact
I felt I had to make such a world probably means that I’m
a weak person, that I bruise easily, don’t you think? And in
the eyes of society at large, that world of mine is a puny
little thing. It’s like a cardboard house: a puff of wind
might carry it off somewhere.
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Holding his coffee cup between his hands, Takahashi
narrows his eyes and looks at her as if peeking into a room
through a crack in a window. “Are you asking because you
really want an answer?”
“Of course. Don’t people usually ask questions because
they want answers?”
“Logically, yes. But some people ask questions just to
I like things to be story-shaped.
Reality, however, is not story-shaped, and the eruptions of the odd into our lives are not story-shaped either. They do not end in entirely satisfactory ways. Recounting the strange is like telling one’s dreams: one can communicate the events of a dream but no the emotional content, the way a dream can color one’s entire day.