MrParachutist: through the trees and melting snow

“It had been raining that day from morning to night—the kind of soft, monotonous, misty rain that often falls at that time of year, washing away bit by bit the memories of summer burned into the earth. Coursing down the gutters, all those memories flowed into the sewers and rivers, to be carried to the deep, dark ocean.”

"I see many people who disguise themselves. I know some people who say, 'I’m an artist, I’m very creative, I’m different from ordinary people.' But I don’t believe those people. I like to see the strangeness or weirdness in ordinary people or ordinary scenery or ordinary, everyday life."

"The wakefulness was always there beside me. I could feel its chilling shadow. It was the shadow of myself. Weird, I would think as the drowsiness overtook me, I’m in my own shadow."

"Life is not like water. Things in life don’t necessarily flow over the shortest possible route."

— Haruki Murakami

MrParachutist

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

through the trees and melting snow

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