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Saturday, September 20, 2008

to my dear king,
You know what i think? That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.
I think if I didn't have that fuel, if I didn't have them memory drawers inside me, I would've snapped a long time ago.
I would've curled up in a ditch somewhere and died. It's because I can pull the memories out of the drawers when I have to -
the important ones and the useless ones - that I can go on living this nightmare of a life. I might think I can't take it anymore,
that I can't go on any more, but one way or another I get past that.
- After Dark by Haruki Murakami

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