Sputnik Sweetheart (Murakami)
1. When did my youth slip away from me? I suddenly thought. It was over, wasn't it? Seemed like it was only just yesterday that I was only half grown-up... not so many years ago. And now here I was, inside a closed circuit, spinning my wheels. Knowing I wasn't getting anywhere, but spinning just the same. I had to. Had to keep that up or I wouldn't be able to survive.
2. So what are people supposed to do if they want to avoid a collision (thud!) but still lie in the field, enjoying the clouds drifting by, listening to the grass grow - not thinking, in other words?... The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time... in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is different, reality bites.
3. Maybe, in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, lost.
2. So what are people supposed to do if they want to avoid a collision (thud!) but still lie in the field, enjoying the clouds drifting by, listening to the grass grow - not thinking, in other words?... The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time... in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is different, reality bites.
3. Maybe, in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, lost.
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