I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.
—Haruki Murakami, “The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle” (via thehiddenabyss)
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—Haruki Murakami, “The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle” (via thehiddenabyss)
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