quinta-feira, fevereiro 22, 2007

The Sandstorm in You

"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction.
You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you.
You turn again, but the storm adjusts.
Over and over you play this out, like some omnious dance with death just before dawn.
Why?
Because this storm isnt't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you.
This storm is you.
Something inside 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 up into the sky like pulverised bones.
That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine."

Haruki Murakami in Kafka on the Shore

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