i once read a passage in a murakami book that changed me forever.
because of it, sometimes i feel like standing on the edge of a cliff in the middle of the night and waiting. in time, being carried away by something not of this world, (as we know it). it would undulate and writhe in formations that contain all of the things in our lives; the soft, the hard- the light, the dark.
it would sweep me off my feet and carry me into infinity.