Sunday, March 11, 2012

Sandstorm

Though I am not too much into the reading thing, think I might listen up this book "Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami.

You are your own sandstorm.. or I am my own sandstorm if not quick sand... as per the replacement players.

Nice quote to share with you as I continue to plow away with DWM

“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm is not something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right into the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand does not get in, and walk through it, step by step. There is no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverised bones. That is the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.”
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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