
“ Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star . . . It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist anymore. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything. ”
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (1992). copy citation
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Date
1992
Language
English
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Translated by Philip Gabriel
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