December 2011
“as he made his morning coffee, he found himself silently wishing that this peaceful time could go on forever. if he said it aloud, some keen-eared demon somewhere might overhear him. and so he kept his wish for continued tranquility to himself. but things never go the way you want them to, and this was no exception. the world seemed to have a better sense of how you wanted things not to go.”
haruki murakami, 1Q84
“I hate myself and I don’t really have any self-confidence and I’m truly weak, but I’m glad I believed in myself.”
—鋲 (SCREW)
