Her smile steps offstage for a moment, then does an encore, all while I’m dealing with my blushing face.
Wasn’t he the one who said you shouldn’t trust anybody who calls himself an ordinar man? – Naoko.
It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.
The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.
Time passes slowly. Nobody says a word, everyone lost in quiet reading. One person sits at a desk jotting down notes, but the rest are sitting there silently, not moving, totally absorbed. Just like me.
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts.
But the silence spoke volumes.
The world is full of ways and means to waste time.
I’m just kinda tired. Like a monkey in the rain.
It’s the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.
Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man’s life is a long farewell.
He sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone’s arms. Maybe she can’t cry alone, and that’s why she needs me.
I can be hurt, you know. I can get as exhausted as anybody else. I can feel so bad I want to cry, too.
That’s gotta be one of the principles behind reality. Accepting things that are hard to comprehend, and leaving them that way.
You’re optimistic one moment, only to be racked the next by the certainty that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.
I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams. But it doesn’t last forever. Wakefulness always comes to take me back.
Pointless thinking is worse than no thinking at all.
That’s what love’s all about. You’re the only one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.
We all die and disappear, but that’s because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.
I saw that she was crying. Before I knew it, I was kissing her. Others on the platform were staring at us, but I didn’t care about such things anymore. We were alive, she and I. And all we had to think about was continuing to live.