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“This swarm of unrelated images was like a glimpse into a dream. But not a good one. The joy I saw there was ferocious, and the sadness suffocatingly cold. Blues thrown onto the canvas warred with yellows approaching like tornadoes. People gathered round aghast to watch a circus spin to life. Above a city of snow, a man in white robes closed his eyes and prayed. Every painting was a moment of destruction coinciding with the birth of something wonderful. Each frame contained conflicting worlds. A crowd drawn into a sun spinning like a windmill. Fish washed ashore. A leery horse with eyes more human than anyone alive. A pale maiden.”
― Mieko Kawakami, Heaven

“Know what’s funny about letters? Unless you beg the person who you sent them to, you never get to read the letters you wrote again. Isn’t that weird? Anyway, I’m taking excellent care of your letters, just in case you ever want to know what you sounded like when you were fourteen. Hey, I just thought of something good. On the second Wednesday of July 1999, whatever we’re doing and wherever we are, let’s meet up. We can bring all of our letters with us. Isn’t that the best idea? Where should we meet? Can’t wait for your next letter. Hello.”
― Mieko Kawakami, Heaven