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Every now and again it comes the day in my life, when I have to read one book of Haruki Murakami (have you read some of his books? I adore him! The wind-up bird chronicles is my favorite:).
I can't explain it, but I can't read H. Murakami books in a row - it takes time after reading one and then taking another. It seems like it has somehow to settle in my mind.
Now I'm reading Hard-boiled Wonderland & The End Of The World - great great book.
But today I will share a quote from the book Sputnik, Sweetheart, I loved it as well very very much.
And it came to me then. That we were wonderful travelling companions, but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.
Have a inspiring week!
xoxo
Ak.
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