»Until a minute ago it felt so real, but now it seems imaginary. Just a few steps is all it takes for everything associated with it to lose all sense of reality. And me- the person who was there until a moment ago now - I now seem imaginary too.« Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore The security of ones past is slowly evaporating without anyone noticing. Memories are seamlessly veiled by new emotions and only a distanced perspective of ones own past reveals the skewed and distorted state it has taken. Places that once harboured that importance and security are now faced with a new reality. A reality, that is invading the light-heartedness of ones own childish memories and slowly takes their breath.
»Until a minute ago it felt so real, but now it seems imaginary. Just a few steps is all it takes for everything associated with it to lose all sense of reality.
And me- the person who was there until a moment ago now
- I now seem imaginary too.«
(Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore)
The security of ones past is slowly evaporating without anyone noticing. Memories are seamlessly veiled by new emotions and only a distanced perspective of ones own past reveals the skewed and distorted state it has taken.
Places that once harboured that importance and security are now faced with a new reality. A reality, that is invading the light-heartedness of ones own childish memories and slowly takes their breath.