Late Night Thoughts

“Sometimes I’d wake up at two or three in the morning and not be able to fall asleep again. I’d get out of bed, go to the kitchen, and pour myself a whiskey. Glass in hand, I’d look down at the darkened cemetery across the way and the headlights of the cars on the road. The moments of time linking night and dawn were long and dark. If I could cry, it might make things easier. But what would I cry over? Who would I cry for? I was too self-centered to cry for other people, too old to cry for myself.”
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun, borrowed from the very enjoyable Murakamistuff: A Haruki Murakami Fan Blog

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