I thought, maybe I can open a book, maybe I can open more than one. I took three books and opened them on same pages.
āLosing is not an option,āĀ āThe truth sometimes reminds me of a city buried in a sand,āĀ āYou can hide memories, but you canāt erase history,āĀ - Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru TazakiĀ
ā..., so it was almost inevitable that he would be spotted at some point. Indeed it was surprising that it hadnāt happened before.ā āHe lived a different kind of a life in a different world.āĀ āBefore long he realised, that he didnāt belong to any groups. He was always alone.āĀ āNo change. Same size and shape. Iām still the same me. The world is still the same world. But something has started to change. She could feel it. It was like looking for differencesĀ between two identical pictures. Two pictures hang on the wall side by side. They look exactly alike, even with careful comparison. But when you examine the tiniest details, minuscule differences become apparent.āĀ Ā Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
ā...they were matched in accomplishements, at the home, they were matched in hunger, in want.āĀ āI have always tried to be, I always try to be.āĀ āIām not sure where to begin. Maybe with some nice words, although they are also nice words. I liked you right away. [...] I thought you were unusual: later, heād speak of your goodness, but he never needed to explain it to me for I already knew you were.ā - Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
