“People came to him, but in the end they always left. They came, seeking something, but either they couldn’t find it, or were unhappy with what they found (or else they were disappointed or angry), and then they left. One day, without warning, they vanished, with no explanation, no word of farewell”
- Haruki Murakami Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (2013)













