Storm II

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“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 - Kafka on the Shore

3 comments:

JN March 12, 2010 at 5:42 PM  

Uma perfeita união da imagem com o texto, como sempre por aqui :)

bj

stamina March 18, 2010 at 3:26 AM  

ahahah... brigada :)

mas se aqui é prefeita, no Notas é Mais q perfeita...

:)

bjo

Erisian (FNORDinc.com) March 29, 2010 at 2:45 PM  

you've got a real thing for kafka and people who quote kafka.

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