BY HARUKI MURAKAMI
20120526
Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we
can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside
our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room
where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library.
And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on
making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in
awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other
words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.
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