Sunday, December 28, 2008

now that my friend is chemistry!

“the feel of her hand has never left me. it was different from any other hand i’d ever held, different from any touch i’ve ever known. it was merely the small, warm hand of a twelve-year-old girl, yet those five fingers and that palm were like a display case crammed full of everything i wanted to know- and everything i had to know. by taking my hand, she showed me what these things were. that within the real world, a place like this existed. in the space of those ten seconds i became a tiny bird, fluttering into the air, the wind rushing by. from high in the sky i could see a scene far away. it was so far off i couldn’t make it out clearly, yet something was there, and i knew that someday i would travel to that place. this revelation made me catch my breath and made my chest tremble.”

south of the border, west of the sun
haruki murakami

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