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Then, out of the blue, they’ll lie down and fall, fastly, like cats, and wake up all in one go, ready to return their unfinished task.

One of the things we lose, think Solomon, is the person we were with them, the parts of us they brought to life.

My father‘s voice just kept going deeper. It dug him out like a cave the older he got. A grotto to hide his memories in. His ideas just fell further and further. He got hollower and hollower. Near the end, when I spoke to him, it felt like my words got lost somewhere inside him. He wound up with a labyrinth there. And his voice was an echo.

Sometimes the memory of something can be enough,
and sometimes it is never enough.
So we hold onto whatever we can.

But I know the time will come when I will no longer see you.
When you will become a shadow,
only seen when the light hits at the right moment.

Just the most beautiful book. Grief’s journey.

Objects and memories are all that we leave behind.
Artifacts, evidence of a life lived.
The things we cared about,
the things that mattered most to us, the things we held onto,
tell others who we once were.

I did not want to have to explain that I was not entirely sure what was the matter, but that the matter was here, And had been here the day before today, and the day before that. Of course, a guy I had slept with, by mistake came up and asked: what’s the matter, nothing. Are you sure? Absolutely.

What is the difference between this and a genocide? She asked. Nobody knew, but everybody understood.

I admit, a kind of silent, bitter weeping did come from my heart at this record of passion, which seem to define everything I hadn’t known in my life, and I wondered if I ever would.

I hold back, embarrassed by my need – my own, and other peoples.

Meanwhile, I just sit staring straight in front of me with nothing to do. That’s all I’ve managed as far as freedom is concerned, to get rid of the people and the things I don’t like.

Fear is a habit like any other, and habits kill what is essential in ourselves.

Quantum information is like the information of a dream, he said we can’t show it to others, and when we tried to describe it, we change the memory of it.
Refers to footnote 160 referencing the source of that quote, which is Rivka Gauchan the author of my next book club read .

A strong warm breeze followed him in from the garden, rattling the paper doors in their frames. It sounded just like Jiko’s chuckle.

What was there to say? She knew I loved her. Sometimes you don’t need words to say what’s in your heart.

This is why I think shame must be different from conscience. … Shame comes from outside, but conscience must be a natural feeling that comes from a deep place inside an individual person. They say we Japanese people have left so long under the feudal system that may be we do not have an individual self in the same way westerners do. Maybe we cannot have a conscience without an individual self.

. .. and it made me sad because I knew that her little wave was not going to last and soon she would join the sea again, and even though I know you can’t hold onto water, still l gripped her fingers a little more tightly to keep her from leaking away.

Old Jiko says that now a days we young Japanese people are heiwaboke. I don’t know how to translate it, but it basically means that we’re spaced out and careless because we don’t understand about war.

Like a SUPAHIRO—! With a SUPAPAWA —!

So why did you ask? Slowly she turn yourself around, pivoting on her knees, until finally she was facing me. I asked for you, she said. For me? So you could hear the answer.

The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist? It feels like it exists, but where is it?

She doesn’t so authentically you don’t even notice the hack, and you almost think that the letters just slipped off the pages and fell to the floor like a pile of dead ants.

I wasn’t clueless to peoples thinking. But a thing grows teeth once it’s put into words. Now I felt that worm, digging, spitting poison in my brain, trying to change how I saw Maggot.

If you are one of the few that still hasn’t been, let me tell you what a city is. A Hot mess, not easily escaped.