“When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we’d be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.”
First Murakami book (2009) / First [of many paintings] (2012)
(via sputnikandthesea)
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