Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Living in your own private library

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Every one of us is losing something precious to us," he says after the phone stops ringing. "Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads—at least that's where I imagine it—there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.

~ Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore, 2002

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

When the doorbell rang

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

It was past midnight and I was on page 189 of Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore when the doorbell rang. I rushed to the door, my heart singing, “It’s him! It’s him! It’s him!” 

Friday, September 20, 2013

Hello, adventure

Friday, September 20, 2013

There's just one week to go before we leave for Indonesia. Reservations are all set, booking confirmations printed out, and leg muscles strengthened for the trek.  

My backpack is brimming with vacation clothes as much as I am with excitementHello, adventure!
 
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