I stretched out on the sofa and closed my eyes for a long time, thinking of nothing. It was not hard for me to think of nothing, the way I felt at the moment. In order not to think of any one thing, all I had go do was think of many things, a little at a time: just think about something for a moment and fling it into space.
- Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, p. 206
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
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