[ .by Allison Sommers ]
i’ve a friend who likes haruki murakami.
i hear murakami likes to wander along the invisible shifting plains of thought and yearning. murakami once wrote about a boy who briefly walks by a girl, who for some strange, inexplicable reason, captures his imagination entirely. that boy always remembered that moment.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don’t you think?
Yes, that’s it, that is what I should have said to her.
a sad story, you think?