that’s live lives. No matter deep fatal theloss, no matter important t — Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

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So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal theloss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us – that'ssnatched right out of our hands – even if we are left completelychanged, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue toplay out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to theend of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails offbehind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of insurmountable emptiness…Maybe, in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, lost.Or at least there exists a silent place where everything candisappear, melting together in a single, overlapping figure. And aswe live our lives we discover – drawing toward us the thin threadsattached to each – what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried tobring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing themcloser, holding on to them. Knowing all the while that their livesare fleeting.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

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