Manon’s Reviews > Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage > Status Update

"Maybe I was just an empty, futile person, he thought. But it was precisely because there was nothing inside of me that people could find, if even for a short time, a place where they belonged. Like a nocturnal bird seeks a safe place to rest during the day in a vacant attic. The birds like that empty, dim, silent place. If that were true, then maybe he should be happy he was hollow."