There is a critical point in our lives where we can no longer retreat. In addition, although the situation is very rare, there is also a point where we can no longer move forward. When that point comes, whether it is good or bad, we can only accept it silently. This is how we live.
———— Haruki Murakami "Kafka on the Shore"
If I had to find a place, I would go to the end of the Australian continent, in the distant city of Perth, see wild flowers blooming everywhere, and bury my secret love that had a beginning and an end, along the Hutt Lagoon.
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