Friday, January 14, 2022

this storm is you




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. Over and over you play this out, 
like some ominous dance with death just before dawn.
 
 Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, 
something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. 
Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, 
step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears
 so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step.
 
 There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time.
 Just fine white sand swirling into the sky like pulverized bones.
 That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.




~ Haruki Murakami
from Kafka on the Shore



1 comments:

atloveisaplace said...


i do so love this guy, i have to clear some space to read each one of his books and give it the attention it deserves.